The Proposal | Chapter Seven
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: Proposal au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: mild swearing (I think)
Word Count: 3,022
âI was thinking,â Aslaug began. Most of the family was seated at a large table, breakfast on display and on their plates. âMe and Ragnar have talked it over, and we agree itâs in everyoneâs best interest to have the wedding here,â she grinned.
The bacon in your hand never reached your open mouth as your eyebrows raised in confusion. Now? It felt entirely too soon, you looked at Ivar. He was seated next to you and appeared uneasy.
âJust think about it. Ivar, this is the first time youâve come home in seven years. Who knows whenâs the next time weâll have an opportunity like this? And most of our family is here for your fatherâs birthday. He said he was more than on board with the idea.â Aslaug seemed so excited.
It wasnât that you didnât want to have a wedding. You already knew you would, but having it so soon made the whole thing more real. It used to be an abstract concept and now was a lot more.... here. âI think weâd have to talk about it,â Ivar replied cautiously.
Up until now it was mostly just playing pretend. You knew what you signed up for but this hit different. âBut maybe?â You offered to soften the blow. Your leg bounced nervously under the table, and you found that your appetite was gone.
âIâll let you two talk it over,â Aslaug decided with a nod of her head. âBut it just makes sense. And itâd be a pity if I couldnât be there for it.â
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âWe have to do it at some point, right?â You brought up when you entered the room again. You two were doing this. A lot was on the line. âYour family would hate if they werenât there,â you bit your lower lip.
âDid you want to do it here then?â
Doing it here would make it feel more real. âI expected to get court papers and go back to my apartment and not notice a difference.â A wedding was something much more official.
Ivar nodded his head. âIâm okay with doing it now. The work will be done for us, mor has been dying to set up a wedding for a while.â
Were you okay with it? âSure,â you nodded your head. âMaybe itâs better to just rip the bandaid off.â You shook your hands and limbs to get the nervous feeling out of you. Your stomach was twisted in all sorts of knots. Why was it so nerve wrecking now?
âYou donât have to describe our wedding as painful,â Ivar rolled his eyes.
âIâm just nervous!â You shot back quickly. Maybe part of it was that you still had the interviewer left, you forgot about him most of the time. Or maybe it was that you werenât sure you had done enough yet.
âItâll be a few hours of your life and we can just go back to our respective lives. Go back to normal.â
That was it. You didnât like the idea of that. Before you came here it was easy to get the papers and pretend it didnât happen. âYouâre right, back to normal.â He would just be your boss you were legally married to. Tentative friendship aside, you couldnât imagine going out for coffee with him. Once you two didnât have to pretend anymore you just⌠wouldnât.
âSo then letâs just say yes?â
You nodded your head. âItâll be kinda fun to dress up,â you laughed.
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One agreement after another, neither you were sure you were entirely comfortable with. Why didnât you say no earlier? That it was happening too fast, or that you didnât love lying to his family.
There wasnât a high stakes excuse, he just seemed like he wanted it and for whatever reason you agreed. But the sooner you ran through the wedding the sooner it would be over.
âAre you alright, dear,â Aslaug asked you in town. She had taken you there along with a woman named Torvi. She was married to Ubbe, as far as you could recall.
âIâm good! Just nervous,â you replied with an awkward laugh. A woman was gathering your measurements, an act that already lent itself to making one feel self conscious. You also didnât really know anyone you were with.
Ivar wasnât allowed inside, maybe that was for the best. Aslaug said something about it being bad luck and you didnât bother fighting it. âDonât be. It gets easier with each wedding, but everyone's a little nervous,â Torvi tried to calm you down. âPeople wonât gossip for years about if you tripped over your dress, or if your makeup was off, or if the dress didnât match yourââ her listing things off that you never considered only increased your fears and Aslaug noticed.
âTorvi, dear, I think youâre making things worse.â
âIâm fine,â you insisted.
âAll that really matters is what Ivar thinks of you. You donât really know anyone else there, and therefore their opinions of you donât matter,â Aslaug countered.
Torvi nodded her head. âAnd if he wants to marry you then you must be special. Especially after what happened withââ Once again, Aslaug made the girl stop talking with a quick wack to her arm. âIâm just saying heâs clearly head over heels. He wonât sweat the small details.â
âWhat happened with who?â Curiosity was piqued. Ivar didnât delve into personal details. It made sense, you two were hardly friends at best, but that didnât make you any less curious. âSorryâ he just doesnât talk about Denmark often.â
Aslaug and Torvi looked between each other for a moment until Aslaug sighed and threw her hands in the air. âFine. But I donât want to be here for it. It just makes me angry.â She walked out of the room and left you standing with Torvi.
âIvar was in one other serious relationship I can recall. Sure, I think he had some affairs with a few girls but nothing real until Freydis. Nothing after her either, until you,â Torvi nodded her head.
You were changing in between suggested dresses, attempting new styles at an incredibly slow pace. Torch helped carry the weight of some dresses and zipped up the back every time. âWhat happened to her then?â
âWell she was beautiful and kind. He was madly in love. Iâve never seen him so love sick.â
There was no comfort that he had looked at you like thatâ not that you shouldâve expected that. You shook her head back to reality as fast as you could. Of course Ivar looked at someone he actually loved differently than someone who just worked for him.
âAnyways, he had a whole proposal planned out. She turned him down and didnât give a real reason why. We didnât find out for a while,â Torvi admitted. âI think it was because she didnât qualify for a US visa. Ivar was willing to drop his dreams of New York for her and she didnât seem okay with that, something about not wanting him to change his entire life for her.â
You were silent the whole time. You never saw Ivar date people. Youâd have known if he had in the last three years. It made sense why any short term flings didnât last.
Torvi laced together a dress. âI wasnât sure heâd recoverâ until you. So allâs well that ends well, right?â She leaned over your shoulder and grinned at you. âI wouldnât worry too much about her. Aslaug just resents Freydis for breaking his heart. But I havenât even seen her around here in years. Sheâs hardly a boogeyman.â
Why did that bother you so much? If Ivar was secretly in love with some other woman the entire time it shouldnât matter. She turned him down anyways. But it did bother you. Ivar didnât mention his past and you had to wonder if Freydis was why.
âI think this dress looks lovely by the way,â Torvi complimented.
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The day just seemed so fast. Nothing was seemingly capable of slowing down information as it was thrown at you. It didnât seem to get any better when you finally left the store, a dress sent in for alterations, to find Ivar at the nearby cafe you left him at talking to someone you haven't seen before.
âIvar!â You smiled. Aslaug and Torvi had shooed you away while they worked on âsomethingâ. You heard through their whispers it had to do with a bachelorette party. The idea wasnât exactly fun but they were too nice to turn town, so you already knew youâd agree with whatever they had to say.
You glanced over at the woman, she was beautiful and maybe that was why you felt the strong urge to sit incredibly close to Ivar. âY/N, this is an old friend of mine, Freydis.â That made things instantly worse. The warm smile on your face turned cold.
âHi, Iâm Y/N,â you extended your hand to shake hers. Even her hand was soft and warm. You turned your head to face Ivar, seeing an urge to do something.
What if Ivar realized he didnât need to return to the US if Freydis was here. You could go to prison, or lose your job at best. The man needed his priorities straight. Ohâ who were you kidding! Freydis hadnât even done anything other than show up today and now.
They spoke in Danish, only occasionally letting you into the conversation. You understood fragments of it. They were talking about their time at university, growing up together, when they dated. You were ignored and isolated from their chats and it bothered you.
Maybe you wouldnât have cared at all if Torvi didnât ignite a fear that Ivar was still in love with her. But he was already so much more animated and kind to her than he usually was with you.
âWeâre being a bit rude to your girlfriend, arenât we?â Freydis brought it up at some point, speaking in English for your sake.
âItâs fine,â you smiled awkwardly, waving it off.
âSheâs not really my girlfriend,â Ivar admitted. âItâs complicated. Sheâs just a good friend. Sheâs helping me stay in America and get my citizenship official.â
You froze, every muscle in your body tensing up at once. Freydis laughed at the absurdity of it. âThen you must be incredibly kind as you are beautiful to deal with him. Ivar certainly has a knack for the dramatics, doesnât he,â she smiled at you.
You took a deep breath and smiled back. âHe also seems to have a habit of bad judgement calls. Ivarâ I donât care if she knows but the point of a secret is not sharing it where anyone can hear. Your mom and Torvi are in the same district right now. What if they were behind us?â You snapped.
Ivar frowned his eyebrows at you, âItâs not a big deal. Freydis wouldnât share it and they arenât here. Do you honestly think Iâd be that reckless?â
âIf I canât share it with anyone how come you get to without discussing it,â you demanded. It bothered you. A lot. âWeâre supposed to be a team.â
Freydis shifted uncomfortably, âI think this is my cue to go. Obviously things are a little tense. Look, I promise you two that I wonât go around sharing this.â She stood up and collected her things.
âI think thatâs a good idea. Youâre fine, Freydis. My issue is with my not-boyfriend,â you admitted, anger evident in your tone.
âGood luck with the wedding,â Freydis waved before leaving. Her walk was a little faster than a normal one.
âWhat the hell was that,â Ivar demanded the moment Freydis was out of ear shot. He turned to face you and it was the first time he looked at you since you showed up. His eyes were intense and narrowed in anger.
Your jaw tightened, âI should be asking you the same question. Why were you even talking to her? Let alone telling her our entire plan. You realize that I go to prison if it gets out, right? You can stay here and live out your perfect fantasy but I rot in a cell!â You stood up and wanted to leave.
âIâm not going to blow anything up! Freydis wonât tell. Weâll get married as we planned, divorced in three years. No one gets hurt.â
But you already were. And you couldnât identify why.
âOh and whoâs gonna believe that weâre a real couple getting married if they just see something like that! You ignored me the entire time just to stare at her perfectly symmetrical face!â
Ivarâs face went from anger to confusion for a moment. âNo one saw it. Iâm not bringing her to my home or reintroducing her. It was one interaction. Whatâs wrong with me wanting to see an old friend.â
âBut sheâs not just your friend, right,â you reminded him.
Ivar froze and hesitated to respond for a moment. âHow do you know that?â
You tried to calm down but you could feel yourself spiraling. âTorvi told me about her at the dress fitting. Everything she knew.â You bit your bottom lip, Ivar remained silent. âIâm your fiancĂŠe! Okay? So justâ just stop looking at her!â You didnât understand why it bothered you so much. You hoped it was just for appearances. âI just need this to go well. Weâre supposed to be working together. That wasnât together.â
âWhat happened to wanting to not argue,â Ivar challenged. âAnd over her? I havenât seen Freydis in a long time. Itâs not like Iâm proposing to her.â Tears threatened to leave your eyes and Ivarâs face fell. âWhoaâ hey, Y/N. Itâs okay. I didnât do anything. I donât love her, I was just catching up. I didnât think it would matter so much.â
You didnât either. âMaybe.â You didnât really have a right to care beyond him telling Freydis who you actually were. And if you were being honest that isnât what you really minded. âI donât know why it does. Things are just happening fast. I keep losing control over my life right now.â
Ivar wasnât good at trying to comfort people, he awkwardly placed a hand on your shoulder and patted it. âYou shouldâve said something. I wouldâve tried to help.â
You laughed softly and shook your head. âYesterday you told me that you would've helped me if I asked for it.â
Ivar rolled his eyes, âwell I lied. You should be used to that by now.â
âI donât like her,â you admitted, âsheâs way too nice.â There was nothing genuine to hate her for. She didnât step on your toes or was rude. âI canât even imagine you dating her. She doesnât look like she could bite back.â
Ivar found it a little amusing. âI didnât usually bite at her to begin with. Not that youâd know. Torvi shouldnât have said anything. It wasnât her placeâ and nor was it mine to tell Freydis the truth.â
âAt least you admit it.â So what gripe could you have left?
âWere you jealous,â Ivar asked suddenly.
âNo!â Your face got red at the idea. âOf course not. How could I be jealous of that?â Were you jealous?
âOkay,â he nodded his head. âThen Iâll just put this out there. As friends. Iâm choosing to marry you. Not her, you. If I wanted to have married Freydis I wouldâve.â
For some reason the words calmed you down a bit more. âNot that you couldâve, she's way too beautiful for you.â You found yourself easily relaxing into petty insults.
âYouâre just jealous sheâs better looking than you.â He knew a new way to get under your skin and didnât hesitate to take a shot at you.
Your face fell.
âJust because I made a poor choice in who I choose to marry doesnât it isnât true. Itâs my legs that are broken, not my eyes.â
âYou are so mean!â Your voice filled with a bit of dramatic hurt.
âYou insulted me first. And if Iâm being honest, Iâve been incredibly patient with you today. So I deserved to say it. You went off on me for no reason. If you were anyone else I wouldâve said something to actually hurt you,â Ivar replied. âLike how you have no family. Or youâre only so jealous because no oneâs ever truly loved you the way you believe I love herâ something to that effect.â
Thatâs when it occurred to you that Ivar didnât respond like he normally would. Like he used to. He tolerated your display of anger and worked with you rather than get defensive and attack in any meaningful way.
âThis is the part where you apologize,â Ivar nodded to you. âOr at least thank me.â
You didnât want to. âYouâre right,â you sighed. âThanks.â
Ivar shrugged, âyouâve tolerated me when Iâve gotten angry over nothing. I figured Iâd return the favor.â He took a moment before deciding to share more. âI broke up with her, by the way. Before I left. I decided that being here and knowing her was all I knew. I havenât loved her for a long time. I certainly wouldnât lose my job over her.â
Your eyes locked with his. âTorvi made it sound likeââ
âNone of them know. Thatâs why you donât rely on rumors, Y/N. You couldâve just asked.â He didnât seem to mind it. âYou went off the rails today,â Ivar sipped his coffee and he eyed you. He was calm about it too. As if he didnât mind this simple truth.
âIâm sorry.â It all seemed really dumb right now. âYouâre right. Itâs just all been⌠a lot. Things are moving fast. I thought you were just another thing running ahead of me.â
âYouâre supposed to be the one keeping me in check,â Ivar teased. âItâs strange being the sane one for once.â
You rolled your eyes, âI slipped up once. Don't expect it to happen again.â
But that didn't solve the nagging in the back of your mind. Why was that the final straw?
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The Proposal | Chapter Six
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of alcohol, use of the word cripple
Word Count: 2,989
The sun shined in and illuminated your face. You slept through it until the heat got too much to handle and you were suddenly blindingly aware of your headache. You shouldâve drank more water the night before. You hadnât changed out of your clothes from the night before, but that was the least of your concern.
You did your best to roll over but it didnât protect you and eventually you had to realize sleeping wasnât an option. You got up to take a shower before the realization hit you that you just slept in the same bed as your boss. It felt more personal than having kissed him at the party to prove a point. No one forced you two to share the bed, there had been no wandering eyes.
Ivar looked so peaceful in his sleep. You stood by the bed, staring at his face for entirely too long. It was one of the rare opportunities you had to just appreciate how beautiful he was. It didnât hurt that he had softened up some the night before. Not enough to be considered a soft person, but in comparison to his usual antics he was. He had apologized too. But that was the alcohol talking.
At some point you realized it was all too creepy to stand by the bed and watch Ivar sleep. You wanted to take a shower but another thought crossed your mind: Ivar. He drank more than you had and you didnât feel particularly good. You shuffled through a medicine cabinet for the next few minutes and grabbed a glass of water.
It was second nature to do things for him anyways. Besides, all he would do is complain if you didnât. You were doing it for yourself. Mostly⌠you also had the quiet hope that maybe heâd stay nicer if you helped. You placed the stuff on the counter next to the bed and picked up the cane, you paused at his braces. You didnât know much about it but you had the feeling he probably shouldnât have slept in that. The issue was that touching it was a big no go.
You undressed and entered the shower. What you needed was the warm water to distract you from your hangover, but what you ended up doing was thinking. Ivar probably put up a lot more walls and fronts than most people. They struggled to remain up when he was drinking and thinking was hard. Maybe that was cruel on your end to encourage but he seems so much calmer. Thereâs no way he enjoys being high strung and an asshole. He was always so angry and annoyed.
But now you had a small taste for something else he could be. It was poor taste on your part, but you liked it. It felt different. A part of you wanted to chase after that. Your life would be so much easier if you succeeded. It would make marrying him so much more tolerable.
Your shower was cut shortâ and by short, it lasted one hour instead of the three hours you couldâve easily spent pruning in there. The sound of Ivar groaning loudly distracting you from your thoughts. âIvar?â
âIâ,â he stopped talking for a moment and you turned off the shower. âI need help.â His voice was pained and you realized everything had hit him at once.
âComing!â You hadnât heard him ask for help before and it made you want to drop everything you were doing without any hesitation. It was one thing to demand stuff and another for him to admit he needed things. You dried off and threw a robe on. âI put a bunch of stuff by the bed. I donât know what you usually take.â
Ivar rolled his torso over, grabbing at things and opening a bottle of painkillers. âDid you put these here?â His breath was labored and his eyes narrowed, but there was no anger behind it, just intent.
You nodded your head. âI woke up with a headache, I figured youâd feel worse.â His face softened up for a moment and he took a gulp of water along with some pills. âThey usually take about thirty minutes to kick inââ
âI know how long they take,â his voice was stained but the pain he was in didnât stop him from snapping at you.
You bit down on your bottom lip, holding back from snapping back. âIâm just trying to make conversation.â You chose your words carefully. You understood, on some level, the type of pain he was going through. You understood the short fuse it came with and the eagerness to find release. âIâm being nice. Don't antagonize me.â
Ivar tried to sit up and undo the braces but struggled. You sat down on the edge of the bed and wordlessly started to undo them when his hand quickly reached down and went over yours. You paused, your eyes quickly finding his. âWhat are you doing?â He asked. There was a panic behind his voice.
âIâmâ you wanted them off, right?â You werenât going to push a touchy subject but it wasnât good to keep them in forever.
He stared at you, conflicted. âI donât want you toâ well Iââ the conversation was constantly at a stop and go. Neither of you were good at navigating even normal conversations together, let alone one about this. âFine.â He took a deep breath and tilted his head.
You undid the braces easily, being gentle about it. You didnât know his level of pain or which areas were sensitive and if any werenât. âDoes it hurt,â your voice was quiet as you watched him. He didnât seem capable of looking at you.
âNot anymore than they already did.â
âYou just look stressed.â You sat and stared at his face. Ivar didnât seem capable of movement. Maybe it was just pain.
Ivar took a deep breath and then sighed. âPeople don't usually react well to it. I guess I just donât want to know what you look like when you do.â
Your face fell and your mouth parted as you tried to figure out what to say. You guessed that heâd been told everything you wanted to say already. If he heard them a hundred times and still felt this way it wouldnât change. âYou told me you donât care what other people think. In the bathroom, the day you proposed.â
âYou already know I do.â
âYouâre not good at hiding it, Ivar. Itâs why I told you the office sided with you. I never judged you for stuff like this, it seems pointless. I do judge you when you go around asking like an asshole,â you teased. âSo why would I start now?â
Ivar chuckled quietly in response. âI donât know. I canât fire you anymore? You had a lot of things you wanted to say about me but never did until now.â
Fair enough, you shrugged. âAnd itâs always a direct result of you being a jerk. But I care about you regardless in some capacity. If I didnât I wouldâve stayed in the shower.â
âDid you just get out of the shower?â
âIâ yes.â
Ivar winced as he sat up in the bed. His back against the headboard. He just noticed you were wearing a robe. âAre you naked under there,â a smirk cracked on his face.
âNâNo,â your face was immediately flushed at the mention of it. Your hand went back to the robe. You shouldâve just let him struggle.
Ivar raised an eyebrow. âSo you shower with your clothes on?â He laughed at the idea of it.
âFine! I am. But itâs rude to ask a lady if sheâs secretly naked,â you were flustered as you laughed. âI got worried! What was I supposed to do, leave you?â
âI wouldâve,â he shrugged.
âPlease tell me youâre joking,â you gave him a pointed look. There was no way he meant that. Please. The thought echoed in your mind.
But you didnât get an answer as he glanced down at his slack covered legs. No braces. âHowâd you do that so easily? Don't tell me your stalker work extended to stuff like this.â
It never felt relevant to mention why until now, since he asked. âI used to play on my college soccer team until I completely fucked my ACL, and my meniscus, and shattered my left knee. I think the poor girl I collided with got it worse, but I donât really knkw that. It was a gnarly collision,â you reflected. âBut the point is that my left leg was completely broken until graduation. I used to wear a brace like that until it started getting better.â
At the time it sucked but Ivar made you realize you were lucky it was a temporary thing. âI have scars but I doubt they compare much to whatever youâve got,â you laughed. âSo I wasnât about to start bitching back when you got rude. Cause I get it, it hurts.â
Your leg bounced nervously as you watched him. Ivar didnât say much, his blue eyes locked on your face. âItâs a little rude of you to heal,â he decided to say. Your face scrunched up in confusion. âWe couldâve been crippled buddies, but you had to go be some loser who can walk,â he laughed.
Your body relaxed at his laugh and you found yourself laughing too. âYouâre totally right. Iâm so sorry, Ivar. Iâll do better next time.â
It was a dumb thing to joke about but it felt nice. âCan I see your scar? Iâd like to make fun of it,â he nodded his head to your bouncing leg.
You stopped bouncing it and swallowed. âWell. As you astutely pointed out earlierâ Iâm naked, Ivar.â Your eyes were wide. There was no real reason to feel nervous about that.
âIf that was your way of convincing me it was a bad idea, rest assured it had the opposite effect,â he immediately closed his mouth. You stared at each other for a moment longer until there was a knock at the door.
âIâm gonna go get dressed,â you smiled faintly as you got up. His mother entered the room and started to talk to Ivar. You couldnât hear much of the conversation behind a closed door. Not that you could think much about it either. That cheeky bastard.
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âIâm an absolute God at Mario Kart. Youâre going to have to be a hacker if you want to beat me,â you smiled as kindly as you could manage. But your anger and determination was real.
Ivar was bed ridden, fair enough. You kinda liked the idea of just staying in bed the whole day. The honesty from earlier couldnât be brought back due to an intruder, Hvitserk. Honestly, you liked him a lot more before learning he thought you were a gold digger. But it made more sense than reality.
Hivtserk was sitting on the floor, his back pressed against the foot of the bed. Everyone had a controller in hand as he set up Mario Kart. âIâm still amazed Ivar let you in his bed at all,â he admitted.
âIâm his fiancĂŠe. He ought to,â you teased. You glanced at Ivar who rolled his eyes. You remember his earlier comment âyou can stay on the floorâ. âBesides, itâs utterly massive.â
You were quick to select Waluigi and found that Ivar got annoyed at the selection. âIvar always picks Waluigi,â Hivtserk laughed.
âAww, is that why heâs pouting?â You could be nasty when it comes to competition. âLearn to share or pick a new character. Because if youâre marrying me then I get Waluigi.â Your face was so serious about the topic.
âHow is that fair!â
You couldnât help the laugh that escaped your lips. âYou have such youngest-sibling energy! Youâre a baby!â You cooed as you reached over, knowing that Ivar had to tolerate it.
But if you could play at that game then he could join. Your hand tried to touch his face and he used it as an excuse to pull you over and kissed you for a brief moment. It was your fault for establishing it was okay by doing it last night, but it didnât stop your face from heating up as you pulled back. âI thought thatâd shut you up.â
You glanced back to the screen, staying quiet for a moment. Why did that make your heart race when you knew he did it for show and prove you two were dating. This was especially true because his brother was here and already didnât trust you. Hivtserk laughed at your response, âif only Ivar was so easy to silence.â
It threw you off. You got 5th place the first race and kicked yourself for it. âI thought you were supposed to be a God,â Ivar mocked.
Your eyes narrowed, âwe have 4 more races. You wonât win another.â It brought back your competitive spirit as you focused on how annoyed you were. Anger was a good driving force and the game was a beautiful distraction.
Four games later and you smirked in self satisfaction at the top of the podium. âI told you, Ivar. You wouldnât win another.â Hvitserk was just lucky to place considering how often he crashed. âI went easy on you since you already lost your character.â
âOh shut up. Race me again.â
âI could still win!â Hvitserk insisted.
âYou couldnât even beat the simulation,â you snorted. âHow can you beat me, let alone Ivar?â
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The three of you played games, straying away from conversations. Others occasionally stopped by to try and talk but most left Ivar alone. They knew what he was usually like on his bad days but he was handling it better than usual. They blamed you but you knew better.
âThey seem to really care about you,â you noted the moment you were alone with him.
âTheyâre family,â Ivar rolled his eyes, âthey have to care.â
You nodded your head. âStill. You have people who do.â You were used to being alone by now. Seeing people in mass care like that was nice. You had friends but it was hard to hang out, you worked too much.
Ivar glanced at you, âwell. Theyâll care about you too.â
âFor three years,â she snorted, âmeanwhile Hvitserk thinks Iâm a gold digger.â You werenât sure why you cared as much as you did. But it felt personal to talk about. It wasnât fun. Ivar looked away after your comment and ran his fingers through his hair. âWe should set some ground rules,â you spoke up after a moment.
âWhat do you mean?â
âI didnât expect you to kiss me earlierâ I mean itâs fine. I kissed you last night. But I didnât realize weâd just⌠do that now,â you bit your bottom lip. âIt was smart. It makes us look real.â
He nodded his head slowly, âyeah well. I figured that was the goal.â It didnât feel honest but you didnât dare press it. Or maybe you were just wanting him to be lying.
âSo, do we just dive deep into it? Hand holding, an occasional kiss, that kind of stuff? Just while theyâre around,â you were quick to reassure. All of this felt like things that shouldâve been addressed a long time ago.
Ivar shrugged and nodded his head again. âIf my family is going to be interviewed I want them to believe it.â
âThen stop being a jerk then. To me at least,â you rushed. âBecause youâve been fine today but by now we both know I wonât back down. It just makes us look suspicious to be fighting and arguing all the time.â
To some extent you just liked him better like this. It was fun when his insults were over a dumb video game and not aimed at you not having a family. âFair enough,â he agreed. âButâ I want Waluigi next time.â A dumb trade, and one you didnât want to make. You hesitated to agree to it and his eyebrow raised with great interest. âDoes he matter that much to you?â
âI just hate conceding.â
Ivar snorted. âMaybe youâre more like me than youâd like to admit.â
âNo Iâm not!â You put your hand over your mouth after you said it.
âAnd youâre stubborn too,â Ivar tsked, shaking his head in shame at you. âIf you were the boss I bet theyâd call you a tyrant too.â
âYou know about that?â You had assumed he didnât. It just seemed like a thing he wouldâve called out.
âOf course I know,â he rolled his eyes from where he sat on the bed. âI just ignore it. Iâm used to people not liking me.â
âI like you,â you said instantly. It was the first time you vocalized the idea but it came natural in the moment. âWhen you arenât trying to make me not like you, I like you.â
Ivarâs face got red and he scowled and looked away. âWell donât.â It lacked the bite he usually had. It was hard to take seriously.
âBecause you donât care, right? Oh waitâ you admitted that was a lie this morning. Why lie now?â
Ivar didnât have anywhere to go after that. âItâs easier. This feeling is temporary. Youâll change your mind. Iâd rather not feel worse about it later. You just think you like me.â
Your face softened and you sighed gently. âIâve had more than enough time to develop a hatred of you. I think Iâd know if me liking you as fake. We could be friends if you didnât try so hard not to be.â
âFriends,â Ivar repeated and nodded his head. âYouâre right. Thatâs what we could be.â His reply seemed off.
âWell thenâŚâ you trailed off. âCan we?â
âCan we what,â he asked, tired already.
âBe friends. I want to be your friend.â
He hesitated, his eyes narrowed at your face. âFine. Maybeâ itâs worth a shot at least.â
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The Proposal | Chapter Five
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 2,693
Ivar hadnât realized how good it would feel to come back. Itâs always easier to not miss people when they werenât around, but he felt years worth of it all of a sudden when he came back. As much as heâd claim he hated his family he kinda liked it. Itâs easier to be feared than loved, but most people know which theyâd prefer. Ivar just wasnât very good at getting people to love him.
âSeven years.â Time flew by fast, the reality that he couldâve come back empty handed after five years of his life spent searching for things was haunting.
Floki smacked him upside the head, harshly. âThatâs for leaving for seven years. I expected you to come back marriedâ the girl, she seems nice.â He moved on softly as if he hadnât just struck Ivar.
âI had better things to worry about,â he rolled his eyes. âIf you were so worried about grandchildren you shouldâve had your own. Or looked towards Ubbe as a son.â
âAhâ maybe, but between you and me? Youâre my favorite.â
Ivar noticed you in the corner, your back against the wall as you spoke to Hvitserk. You seemed more at ease with his brother than you ever were with him. It made sense, he kind of liked to piss you off. It let him keep control, but he liked how you looked like this.
âYou like her, donât you?â
âWhatâ no.â
Floki paused, confusion on his face. âSo you⌠donât like your own girlfriend?â
Ivar realized his mistake. âWhat I mean is that I love her.â He didnât, naturally. But it was better than leading Floki into the reality that he was about to get deported if he didnât pretend to be. âSheâs certainly something else.â
He tended to like people who knew him. Freydis did that so naturally well but you? It was like you spent several hours a night studying him. Everything was so calculated and matter of fact. Ivar didnât usually take the time to appreciate that, or how it amused him.
âGood. Like you said earlier. I want grandkids, and since I donât have sons or daughters of my own I must rely on you.â
â
âIvar!â The loud and booming voice pulled Ivar from the conversation. His father showed up and pulled Ivar into a hug. Ivarâs eyes went wide upon seeing the man.
âYouâre here?â Ragnar didnât make a lot of appearances in his life. The man seemed to be too busy with other things and other kids. It usually hurt but to grab his attention again felt good.
âOf course I am, I havenât seen you in forever. Youâd think Iâd miss out on my favorite son finally coming home? And whatâs this I hear about a girlfriend,â Ragnar pressed with great interest.
âItâs probably fake,â Bjorn said, showing up with a smirk. âIt wouldnât be the first time he lied to impress you.â
âMind your tone, Bjorn,â Ragnar warned.
âAnd if you got married it wouldnât be the first time either. Nor the second,â Ivar responded with a shrug. âSo why is the idea of showing up with a new girl so surprising to you?â
âFine. Even if you got a lucky break. Youâll have a tougher time getting any further than that. The moment she finds something better sheâll move on like the rest.â Bjorn was edging Ivar on and Ivar fell for the bait. It was like knowingly walking straight into a mouse trap but being so famished that you couldnât stop.
Ivar laughed. âWhich is much better than you? Thereâs a reason your marriages donât last Bjorn. You canât keep anything in your pants.â They all saw it. The way Bjorn found someone, decided to marry them and then changed his mind. âIâd hardly consider that being better than me.â
âAt least I can get people willing to marry me,â the reference to Freydis almost made Ivar throw himself at the man. His father tried to step in and placed a gentle hand on Ivar, whose breath was getting faster
âWell so can I,â Ivar backed down, âyouâre not unique.â
âOh really now, because Iâd love to see proof,â Bjorn took a step closer.
âBecause Y/N and I are already engaged!â Ivar grinned. There was a cold rage hidden behind it. Bjorn backed off immediately. âSo itâs already happening.â
Ragnar stopped his attempts to reconcile peace, pausing. âYouâre engaged?â His father soon enveloped him in a hug, it was the first time in a while his father had seemed proud of him. Ivar used to get it all the time but clearly things had changed. âThatâs wonderful!â
The display seemed to shut Ivar up. Floki slapped him on the back. âWhy didnât you open with that?â The man was laughing too. Ivar hadnât expected the strong response but it felt like a triumph over his brother and that satisfied him.
âWe just wanted to keep it privateââ Ivar didnât get the chance to finish before Ragnar gathered the attention of everyone there.
He tapped against a glass and stood on a chair. âEverybody listen up! My son, Ivar, just shared terrific news.â People stopped and listened. It was evident the man commanded respect, âHeâs engaged.â There was a round of applause. âNow whereâs Y/N, I want to congratulate my new daughter.â
Thatâs when you noticed, standing along the edge of the room. You were thrown off and red faced at the sudden attention, and Ivar almost felt bad for having put you on the spot. But it couldnât be helped now.
You tentatively walked over and were hugged by a man Ivar wasnât even sure you had met yet, âsorry,â Ivar whispered in your ear when you were finally released.
âNow letâs see a kiss from the lovely couple,â Ragnar announced.
âThat hardly feels necessary,â Ivar tried to get around it.
âOh, come on! Itâll be fun, wouldnât it. And since you two are so real it should be easy,â Bjorn interjected.
It was one thing to marry you and another to kiss you, ironically enough. It wasnât that the idea was impulsive but none of this was discussed and all of a sudden it was just happening. âJust stop, Bjorn,â Ivar rolled his eyes. He knew backing down made it sound fake.
âIf they donât want to, that's fine,â Ragnar tried to defuse the tension with little success. His largely absent parenting was probably to blame for this.
You picked up on the cues and touched Ivarâs upper arm, offering raised eyebrows. âWhy? Because you lied,â Bjorn just kept pushing it. He didnât stop. Ivar knew the man was just desperate but it didnât stop it from getting to him.
âWhy are you pressing this so much,â you demanded, your eyes narrowed at Bjorn. âJealous much?â You then did something he didnât expect. You placed both hands on either side of his face and pulled Ivar in, kissing him with such intensity that it left the poor man dazed. Your face was red but any embarrassment didnât show in your voice. âNow can you leave me and my fiancĂŠ alone, youâre kinda killing the vibes.â
It immediately shut Bjorn up. And Ragnar laughed awkwardly, patting both of his sons on the back. âWell that was entertaining.â
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âWhat was that?â You asked him the moment the two of you were free. You struggled to speak over the sound of increasingly loud music.
âI should be asking you the same thing,â Ivar admitted. He loosened his shirt, it felt a little hot in here.
You shrugged and glanced away, âyou were struggling there. Besides, if I didnât make us sound real Iâd go to prison, remember?â
âYeah, Bjorn can be an ass,â Ivar sighed.
He ignored the look on your face, pity. It was obnoxious. âSoâ the answer to all your problems was announcing our engagement?â
âNoââ he was so used to being in control all the time. Ivar laid things out like a fine strategy. He had a plan for everything but you kept messing with that. Bjorn had messed with that too. âBut it got the reaction I needed.â
He needed fresh air. âAre you alright?â Again with the look of pity on your face.
âJust fuck off. If I want you around Iâll tell you. Go back to my brother if youâre so lonely.â That lingering feeling of jealousy. Ivar knew he didnât have a right to have it but it was still there. Your eyes narrowed angrily and you opened your mouth to speak back. He felt immediate guilt and rushed out the word, âsorryâ. You closed your mouth and bit your bottom lip before walking off.
Great. He shouldnât have done that. It was like he couldnât stop doing things like that. It was easier to be a dick. He sat down on the couch in defeat and was envitably surprised when you came back.
You handed him a shot glass and he raised an eyebrow in response. It was clear you held back from saying something hurtful. âLook, whatever goes on between the two of you isnât my business. But I like to get wasted when Iâm upset about things,â you admitted to him.
Ivar glanced down at the shot before taking it and immediately downing it.
âThat's the spirit! Iâll go get us some more.â
Things started to blur together. Ivar lost count of the shots he took, mostly because he hadnât bothered to try when he could. âAre you alright?â
âNo,â Ivar admitted. He had hoped to see your face and instead saw Hvitserk.
âWe havenât had much of a chance to talk yet,â his brother moved on and ignored Ivarâs response. âBut I think we should. I know you were never much for listening to others but you should make an expectation in this case.â
Ivar didnât respond. He felt the rise of vomit in his throat for a brief moment and realized he should probably stay still if he wanted to avoid getting worse. He didnât feel sick, but his whole body was vibrating.
âIâll take that as a tentative maybe,â Hvitserk sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. âBe careful with Y/N. Thereâs something off about the whole relationship.â
Blue eyes angrily shifted to Hvitserk. âAnd what exactly is off? That someone would be willing to date me?â The idea that youâd actually be interested in him. He could feel the judgement radiating off his brother.
His brother bit his lip, âyou should know better than to think itâs just that, Ivar.â But that was part of it, he knew it. Hvitserk admitted to it. âYou have a lot of moneyââ
âYou think sheâs a gold digger?â Ivar laughed loudly and his body shook from the intensity of it. Hvitserk didnât seem as amused by it. He knew better than Hvitserk though. He knew why things were actually odd.
âIâm serious, Ivar. I wouldnât call it that but these things arenât uncommon. You need to be careful if youâre going to marry her.â
Ivar placed a hand on Hvitserkâs shoulder. âThank you for caring about me, brother, but I think Iâm good.â It felt like his cue to turn in for the night. His legs were sore anyhow. He had stood for far too long and if he wasnât so drunk heâd probably be feeling it a lot more than he already was. Heâd regret being up at all tomorrow. âIâll see you tomorrow.â
âJust be carefulââ
Ivar tuned out the rest. He felt distracted from the insult to his character. The idea that someone like you couldnât like him. It would hurt if he wasnât so amused by the accusation. He stumbled to his room and collapsed into his bed.
His cane fell to the floor and he knew heâd regret that in the morning too. But the bed felt so good. His head spun fast but things slowed down when he closed his eyes. Ivar needed to take off his braces but he didnât want to move. Maybe that would be tomorrowâs problem.
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âYou left,â Ivar said the moment you entered the room. He was staring up at a spinning ceiling. He couldnât fall asleep at the moment.
âYour mom wanted to talk about things,â you replied. Ivar pulled himself further up the bed, trying to get a look at you. He watched you start setting up your makeshift bed.
âStop that, justâ just come here,â Ivar said as he stared at you. His voice was soft. The bed felt nice. âI was rude earlier, get in the bed. Itâs big enough.â It felt like the least he could offer.
Maybe he shouldâve remove the braces. His legs were sore but it was nothing that couldnât be fixed by death. He felt the right side of the bed dip in. Ivar turned his head to the side and saw you laying there, his bright blue eyes trained on your face. You where too close for comfort.
He didnât often care about things, but he did in that moment. You put more effort into knowing him than most did. It was as hard to tell if you hated him or cared for him at all. It was sort of the downside of you not being at liberty to say your mind for the past three years.
âYour family seems nice,â you said.
Ivar took a deep breath and sighed. âI think theyâre just happy at the idea of youâ not that you arenât nice too but theyâre worried enough that Iâd ruin us. They donât want to contribute.â
You started to laugh and he was surprised by that. âGoshâ youâre so self-loathing. You think they really believe that youâre that big of a fuck up? Are you?â
He swung his arm over and it smacked limply against your body. âShut up.â But he didnât deny it.
âYouâre a jerk but Iâve seen worse. I can name a few people I dislike more than you.â
âBut you dislike me?â
âSometimes.â
âRight now?â
âNo.â
âGood.â
Ivar was drunk out of his mind. He assumed you had to be a little. He probably wouldnât have been bold enough to ask this if he was sober. It felt good to hear he wasnât actively disliked at the moment.
The two of you laid there for a few more moments until you turned over. âHow long have you been staring at me, Ivar?â
Ivar was mirroring you, and blinked in response to the question as he tried to think. âIâm too tired to move.â A lame excuse. âHvitserk thinks youâre a gold digger.â
âWhat!â The shock on your face made him laugh. âI thought we were hitting it off! I thought he wanted to be my friend!â You rolled back over onto your back. âSo thatâs why he asked about my economic backgroundâŚâ
Ivar laughed. âYeah. Maybe. He tried to warn me about you. Iâd try not to take it personal if I were you. I couldnât tell him the truth.â
âA gold diggerâŚ.â You sighed, âare you really thT wealthy?â
âWhy,â Ivar smirked, âdont tell me youâre in it for the money now?â It felt good to not be arguing. His guard was more down than usual. You were funny, and beautifulâ you didnât deal with his bullshit. Maybe he liked that more than heâd normally admit.
âWell⌠some money couldnât hurt,â you bit your lip with a grin.
âMaybe Hvitserk was right.â
âDonât say that!â
âDonât let it get to you,â Ivar said. âI know better. Hellâ I like you!â He realized how the words sounded and felt the need to correct humelf. âLike, youâre a good personâ
âAnd youâre a lot better than most people give you credit for.â
âEven you?â
âI had a feeling you werenât all bad,â you rolled over and seemingly passed out. But Ivar couldnât sleep now. His head was still spinning but now his heart beat faster.
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The Proposal | Chapter Four
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: use of the word cripple, almost swearing
Word Count: 2,515
You didnât truly conceptualize how far away Denmark was from New York until you were flying there. It felt like an eternity. You and Ivar hadnât spoken since your last exchange. Things felt tense and your stomach felt sick. âGet the luggage,â Ivar spoke his first words when you got off the plane.
Even though you wouldâve appreciated a âpleaseâ you didnât argue, waiting by the conveyor belt. âAre you going ahead?â You turned to talk to him as he was already going. It seemed as if he was incredibly successful at pushing you from his mind.
It took several minutes before you found the last of your bags. As if on cue, you heard a woman shout in danish. âYou left her?â Followed by the harsh thud of a smack. âYou canât just leave your girlfriend, Ivar.â Your grasp on the language was tentative at best. You used duo lingo daily but hearing it in practice was a different beast entirely.
âSheâs fine, mor.â
âIf sheâs dating Ivar seriously enough to visit us in another continent then sheâs probably used to this by now,â a man laughed.
You could hear the annoyance grow in Iver's voice as he bickered back. You caught some of the language but less than youâd have liked. You grabbed the luggage and started to head over.
âThis must be Y/N,â Aslaug walked over and you immediately recognized her, a smile on your face as you waved.
âHey! Umâ nice to meet you,â you offered your hand to shake and instead she pulled you in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around your body and you couldâve died with no regrets. Why was it so warm?
âOh, Iâd rather you not butcher the language, dear. But the attempt was lovely,â Aslaug smiled sweetly and placed her hand on your upper arm sympathetically. Her English was a lot better than your Danish. It was the nicest way youâve ever been told to stop trying because you sucked so badly.
Your face flushed in embarrassment and you laughed. âSorryâ Iâm still learning.â Maybe you should just stop if it was that bad. It sounded fine to you. You glanced over to see Ivar as he rolled his eyes at you.
His brother walked over, to introduce himself. âIâm Hvitserk, Ivarâs cooler brother. And the only one willing to tolerate him,â he flashed a grin and shook your hand.
âThen you must have great perseverance.â The words slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them. It was easy to forget that this was the part where you were supposed to convince people you were in love with the man.
âIs father not coming?â Ivar was quick to change the subject. He wasnât happy with the situationâ but when was he ever happy? Even the fleeting moments between the two of you managed to turn sour by the end.
âNoâ he had a prior engagement, but Ubbe is waiting in the car!â Aslaug tried to save the conversation, the disappointment was evident from Ivarâs face. âIâm sure you two much be tired, jet lag is killer.â She was swift to move into the next conversation, ushering them away.
You grabbed the luggage and began to roll both bags when Hvitserk stopped you. âLet me help with that. If my brother wants to let you do all the work the least I can do is offer to share the load,â he teased. âTrust me, he used to make me do his chores too.â
Hvitserk was immediately more welcoming than his brother. It made you question how the two couldâve been related at all. Ivar spared a glance, scowling at you. You took the natural course of action and scowled back. âThanks,â you laughed and immediately eased up. âTell me then, which one of you two is adopted. Because I highly doubt youâre related.â
How could the same family raise such opposing figures. Even if Hvitserk turned out to be some evil bottom dwelling menace, he made an effort to appear nice. You wasnât sure you ever saw Ivar bother to do the same, at least not to a stranger.
âYou wouldnât be the first person to ask that. Ivarâs different,â Hivserk went along with it. And soon the two of you managed to easily slide into conversation. You found out a bit more about the family.
The father, Ragnar had two family trees. One with his first wife, Lagertha, with whom he had a son, Bjorn. The second was with Aslaug, and they had four children: Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd, and Ivar. Their father wasnât married but often far from single. Bjorn is married to Gunnhild. Ubbe is married to Torvi who used to be married to Bjorn. Sigurd and Ivar didnât get along. Some of this you knew already and the rest of the facts started to blend together.
By the time you got to the car you forgot much else that Hvitserk tried to prepare you for. Ubbe was leaning against their car. âLong time no see, my baby brother.â
Ivar rolled his eyes and tried to just enter the car but was stopped by his brother. Ubbe hugged Ivar who failed to reciprocate the hug, nearly dropping his cane from the intensity of the squeeze. The older brother didnât seem to mind it and instead easily moved on to hug you. âAt least one of you two is more affectionate, you could learn a thing or two from her, Ivar.â
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âDonât get too close to them,â Ivar whispered to you when you got to his familyâs home. The car ride back had been filled with childhood stories of the boys, mostly Ivar. You understood why he was so agitated, they seemed to mess with him a lot. Not that you agreed with the irritation, but clearly Ivar didnât handle it well. He was the youngest, it made sense to you. âNone of this is real.â
Yet, the warning annoyed you. You wanted to get closer just to spite him. He was right, you two werenât in a real relationship and they wouldnât be a real family. It still wasnât nice to say. His words distracted you from the mansion his family seemed to own.
âHe didnât tell you that weâre made of money, did he?â Hvitserk asked you with a lazy grin, he placed his arms around your shoulders. âIf youâre going to become my sister then youâll just have to get used to it.â You didnât know his family that well but they didnât deserve this. They were already making an effort and it was for a lie.
âLet me show you guys to your room,â Aslaug smiled. The inside of the house was just as beautiful as the outside. You never even saw something so big. It felt unreal. She showed the two of you one room. âIâm not going to bother pretending to be dumb. I know you two sleep together.â
You tried to stammer your way into a guest bedroom but she didnât seem to be listening to you. âDinner is at 7 if the two of you want it.â The room was on the ground floor, just outside was a view of the backyard and a river. It was huge. The only issue is that there was only one bed.
âYou can stay on the floor,â Ivar answered before you could ask. The moment his mother was gone he didnât hesitate to remind you where you were going to be sleeping. âI need the bed.â
It made sense. He had needs you didnât. âFine.â For some reason you expected to enter a fanfiction where there was only one bed and you were forced to shareâ it was evident the thought didnât cross Ivarâs mind. âCan I at least have some pillows and blankets. I get cold.â You were more a tropical kind of person, and spent most of your life feeling cold.
âTheyâre in the closet.â
You watched as Ivar laid in the bed. He sighed heavily and sunk deep into it, as if finally resting. It looked like the euphoria you got from laying down after a run or a workout. Maybe he was more tired than he let on. âIs it soft?â
Ivar opened his eyes and stared at you, âwhat?â
âThe bed, you just look really comfortable.â
He patted the side next to him. âItâs expensive. It ought to be.â You werenât sure what he was doing at first until he did it again. âTry it.â
Tentatively, you walked over and sat down. Yours went wide as you immediately sunk into it and you were just sitting. Why is this so good? You couldnât help but relax your body into it and lay down for a moment, just a manny. Any soreness was being sapped out. âWow.â
âI know right.â The two of you laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
Maybe you ought to try and get some money from the divorce, get yourself a mattress like this. You closed your eyes softly, your eyelids never felt so heavy.
âNow get out of my bed.â The words made your eyes shoot open. He decided it was time for you to go.
âWhat?â
âYouâre about to fall asleep on my bed,â Ivar reminded you. âWhich means you probably s shouldnât be in it.â
You immediately got up and nearly fell on your way out. âYou couldâve been nicer about it,â you glared. Being there for a moment was going to make it all the more difficult to lay on the floor. It was so hard compared to itâ then again your own mattress was hard compared to his. âDid you do that just so Iâd feel worse when I had to sleep on the floor? Knowing a bed like this existed just outside of my reach?â
Ivar laughed. âNo. But that wouldâve been a good idea. I like the way you think.â
âAre you two ready for dinner?â Aslaug knocked and entered the room.
âWeâre not hungry,â Ivar answered for the both of you. You personally couldnât agree with his statement but it was clear he wanted to be left alone from them and didnât trust you to be alone with them.
âGet up. You have to go.â She entered the room further and before she could grab Ivar he was already up, as if repulsed by the idea of her touching him. You were quick to follow behind
Ivar grabbed his cane and started going. âIs there any reason?â Aslaug didnât answer and instead bit her bottom lip before she left.
âWhat was that about,â you asked as you walked to the door. Ivar stared down where his mother left, deep in thought.
âI have a bad feeling about this. Mor is up to something.â
The two of you walked together out towards the common areas of the home when a number of people eagerly shouted, âwelcome home!â It was a lot of people, and it became evident this is what Aslaug had been wanting them out of the room for.
A number of people came by to greet Ivar, he seemed ambivalent to the conversation at best and annoyed at worst. You were greeted as a secondary and remained far more polite. You knew nothing much at all and the best you do was follow, that didnât seem to make things less annoying for Ivar. âWill you stop following me?â
âWhere else would Iââ
âIvar!â An older man appeared and wrapped his arms around Ivar, a grin on his face. This was the first person Ivar didnât instantly pull back from, and the laugh he made was genuine in response.
âFloki, you old bastard. Iâm glad you could make it,â Ivar seemed to genuinely mean that. It made the whole thing even stranger to you.
Floki eyed you and then Ivar and then laughed, âhow did an ugly poor cripple end up with a beautiful woman like this?â He immediately hugged you and pulled back. âMaybe itâs best not to question it. We wouldnât want her to realize,â he winked at Ivar.
The two seemed to get along better than most and Ivar left with the man. You tried to follow but got cut off by the people who stood around talking to each other.
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âHe left you alone?â
It had been who knows how long since he had left and you hadnât seen Ivar since. Where he was, it wasnât here. And it was clear to you he didnât care where ou were. Hivtserk appeared beside you and attempted to make you feel included.
âIâm used to it,â you shrugged.
Hvitserk furrowed his eyebrows, âthe two of you make for an odd couple.â
Panic began to fill you. âIâ no. Not really. Weâre very real.â The words were dumb and you hated yourself for having made the sentence at all. âNormal, I mean, normal.â None of that made it better.
âThen you love him?â If Hvitserk didnât believe you then he didnât show it. The truth was harder to believe. That you were pretending to marry your boss so he could stay in the US and give you some big promotion.
âWhat? Nââ you couldnât say no, ânot yet. Or maybe.â You admired the man. But this was all fake. Still, he never appeared more human than in these past few days. It just sucked that he was never willing to keep doing that. Whenever he relaxed he was so quick to correct himself.
Hvitserk laughed at you, âthen you probably do. Heâs a difficult man to love but Iâve managed it.â How Ivar find it in himself to not talk to his family more, or show them more care? âI can tell from the way you look at him sometimes.â
Your face got flushed. You had to keep reminding yourself this whole thing was fake. Hvitserk was expecting these sorts of things and said them. Just like your coworkers. None of this was real. Yet, it felt easy to want to get swept away. âWellâ Iâm not sure if weâre quite there. He certainly isnât.â
His brother shrugged, âmaybe. But Iâve ever seen him let anyone tease him without getting hit with his cane for as long as you have. And he doesnât bring women around to the family. That has to mean something.â
You knew why you were meeting his family. It was the same reason he seemed to tolerate this butâ it was different. You wanted to be different. It would feel nicer that way, and you couldnât quite understand why. Every soft moment lingered in your memory for too long and you desperately wanted to hold onto them. âMaybe,â your eyes caught Ivar.
It was the first time he was so casual and seemed relaxed. He was gorgeous. You allowed yourself more time to just stare at him, knowing he was none the wiser. âYouâre good for him.â
âI certainly like to think I am.â
âGood,â Hvitserk responsed. âSo where are you from?â
He started to ask question upon question about your origins and your life story. He seeemd more interested than anyone else here. You admitted you werenât from money and that you were trying to make a name for yourself in New York.
âSo howâd you meet Ivar?â
âI actually work for him,â you admitted. âHe might act like a dick most the time but itâs gotten some amazing results. I admire what he can do, I just wished he went about it more... humanely,â you laughed.
Hivtserk watched you carefully, âfair enough. He was never very personable. And that doesnât bother you?â
It did. A lot. âNo.â
âThen maybe you two are suited for each other.â
The two of you werenât. âI like to think to.â
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The Proposal | Chapter Three
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: mild swearing, mentions of death
Word Count: 2,582
The day you left you had to tell everyone at the office. Theyâd be grilled the next week anyways. âYouâre lying,â Paola laughed and she hit your arm, hard.
âAm not!â Your face got red, caught in a lie. But no one seemed to actually question it. Several people congratulated you as you collected your work laptop.
âI always knew you two would be a thing. It makes so much sense why all those guys didnât work out,â Kara shook her head at you with a lazy grin.
Admittedly, you didnât love the fact that everyone seemed to love bringing up your failed relationships. âWas it that obvious?â Were they actually hedging the bets they kept talking about.
âYouâre the only person he never yelled at, defend him more than any of us do, and I donât think Iâve ever seen anybody talk back to him and not get fired. Either he was secretly in love with you or you were dating.â
You knew better than that. âHeâs notââ but he was supposed to be. No one even listened to you, they were all too busy talking about how they always knew or suspected. That âthe tension was just always thereâ. On any other day youâd tell the truth. That neither of you actually liked the other, you just both recognized the other for what they were: competent. You liked that about him, Ivar actually knew what he was doing. As much as you liked your coworkers on personal levels, most of them werenât that smart. They lacked ambition.
Your silence went unnoticed but soon was joined by the rest of the office when Ivar arrived. Despite the earlier cheers about your romance with him they still didnât have it in them to talk openly around him.
âAre you ready?â
You nodded your head and grabbed your bag. What you werenât expecting was his free hand to grab yours. Maybe it was all the talk from your coworkers but your face instantly flushed and you became thankful he wasnât looking at you.
When you entered the elevator he dropped it. âI wanted them to have proof,â he explained unprompted. âThey needed some evidence if weâre going to convince Millington.â
âThey didnât need it,â you admitted. He stiffened and looked down at you. His blue eyes became squinted, you could tell he wanted more than just those words. Ivar needed an explanation. âThey acted as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Said you were in love with me,â you teased him at the last part. Despite being nervous you found yourself wanting to edge him on. Maybe looking for proof yourself.
Ivar looked back to the center of the elevator. âWell, they never knew me much anyways. But I didnât think they took me as a man of poor tasteâ
You nearly choked on air. âYou? Poor taste? What about me. They think Iâm dating a psychopath!â All that time being spent under his harsh stare had built up some anger. Maybe Ivar got to release it on occasion but you didnât. It didnât help that as soon as you wanted to think better of him he had to go out of his way to insult you.
Ivar took a deep breath and glared at the elevator doors rather than you. âI should have you fired.â
âGo ahead. Fire me. Have fun getting permanently removed from the US. Iâm sure your family will love to hear it,â you were bold now. But it wouldnât last.
He turned his head to stare down at you. âI have a home to go back to. You have 5 years in a cell, and from what you said in the interview it looks like you have no one to visit you.â His jaw was tensed.
Your mouth fell open and your face twitched as you struggled to respond to that. Maybe you pushed his buttons a bit much. He was right. You had more to lose.
âThatâs what I thought,â Ivar turned back away from you. âYou have more to lose than I do. So maybe start acting like it.â
â
His words burned in the back of your mind the whole way to the airport. They didnât leave your mind even while you were on the plane. Ivar had a way of grabbing at peopleâs insecurities. You probably only survived as long as you did because he knew nothing about you at all. This whole engagement was going to change that. It was a little terrifying.
âI figured we could play a game.â You broke the silence. Ivar didnât seem to mind it. He had a pair of 1st class seats with extra leg room. His legs and braces were stretched out comfortably, meanwhile you found yourself tense. âSee how well we know each otherâ or at least can guess. If that Millington guy is going to quiz us we may as well study.â
Ivar rolled his eyes and ignored your plea at first. His eyes stared out the window of the plane and watched the clouds.
âJust because you think youâre better than this doesnât mean you are. Can you please at least try?â You asked him, your hand reached out to grab his arm. The moment it made contact his head snapped in your direction and he stared you down.
âFine.â He was annoyed, and you regretted your decision already. âDo I like being touched.â It was a statement not a question.
âNo?â
âThen don't do it.â
The two of you remained in silence for a while. Your headphones died within the first few hours and you regretted not remembering to charge them before you left.
Ivar occasionally kept glancing back at you. The hours seemed to pass by at an excruciatingly slow pace. âWhatâs my favorite color?â
The question pulled you from your boredom and you sat up straight, thrown off from it. âWhat?â Your brows furrowed in confusion.
He rolled his eyes as if he just said the most obvious again. âDonât make me repeat it. Iâm trying to throw you a bone.â
What was his favorite color? âIt feels like a trick question,â you bit her bottom lip in thought. âYou like dark colors, but youâre tied for your favorite. Red and green. Unrelated to Christmas, I never got the feeling you liked the holiday that much.â
The fact that you knew the answer to the question threw Ivar off. âFine. Whatâs my zodiac sign?â
âScorpio.â
âWhatâs my motherâs name.â
âAslaug.â
The questions soon got more obscure, as if he was trying to find something you didnât know. But you spent a long time working for this man, and he was so damn particular about most things that you had to know most of this.
âWhen did I start physical therapy.â
You paused, thinking hard. Admittedly, you didnât know. He never talked about his legs or condition. You always got the feeling he ignored it on purpose, and perhaps that was why he asked. âIâm guessing elementary school. You clearly started young but not too young, kids below five tend to be too fussy.â It was a logic problem more or less.
âGet more specific.â
âSecond gradeâ when you were seven.â
A shot in the dark, but if you got one question wrong out of the countless that he was asking then it wouldnât be the end of the world.
Ivar laughed and the sound of it made your face flushed. It wasnât evil or spiteful like you were used to, and you kinda wanted to hear more of it. âHow? How do you know all of this?â
âI honestly had no idea about the last one,â you admitted with a shaky laugh. âI think Iâm just lucky.â You had a knack for strong guesses. Then again, maybe you were just good at using context clues. âBut youâreââ an asshole seemed too harsh. âParticular. You like things a certain way and I work closely under you.â
The phrase âunder youâ brought forth less than pure thought and you immediately turned your head away. It wasnât like heâd catch on. This whole thing was strictly professional anyhow. Not your ideal first marriageâ oh no, youâre going to have multiple marriages.
âItâs creepy. You should stop it.â He didnât mean that, and despite how harsh the tone appeared you didnât feel offended by it.
âItâs only creepy since you know nothing about me.â There was no one. Two days ago he didnât even know your last name, there was no way he knew anywhere close as much as he knew.
âTry me. Maybe youâll be kind enough to share your luck with me.â
He was charming. You felt charmed. The smile on his face put you at ease, enough to not think of the consequences of a game like this. âFine.â You took a deep breath and tried to think of an easy question. âHow long have I been working for you?â
âThree years.â
âGood.â He knew it faster than you expected. âWhat's my middle name?â
Ivar looked you over and tried matching names. âI donât know⌠Haley?â
You couldnât help the slight laugh that escaped your lips. âUhâ no. Itâs Y/MN. The attempt was nice though, itâs more effort than you normally would put in. Okayâ how about where Iâm from?â
âWyoming. You seem⌠like you enjoy.. corn?â There was no way he meant that as an answer. Did anyone actually live there?
You told him where you were actually from. At first he seemed receptive but eventually it descended into him being more and more frustrated that he didnât know a single thing.
âI donât fucking know the answer to that. Why would I possibly know that!â
You flinched back, blinking in surprise at the outburst. It only seemed to set him off more. âIt was just a questionââ
âWhy does any of this even matter? So what if I donât pay attention to you!â He snapped.
Admittedly, the words kinda stung. Even if it was true and obvious. âThat didnât stop you from begging me to marry you!â
Ivar laughed bitterly, shaking his head. âYouâre a means to an end. Thatâs all youâve been this whole time.â It was as if he was searching for any string of words to get at you.
âYou donât think I know that? Itâs why all of us can hardly stand youâ if at all!â You got up and walked down to asile, needing a moment to yourself.
âItâs off then.â He seethed, his voice lowered but the tone was there. It stopped you in your tracks.
âWhat?â
âGo home, Y/N.â
You walked back, holding your hand up as you tried to formulate a response. âIâm not going to prison for you.â You could only imagine what the rest of the people on the flight were thinking. âSo what youâre going to do is stop acting like an asshole. Iâm marrying you. Iâm getting promoted. Weâll convince your family and then have a beautifully amicable divorce!â You started to yell the last few words, frustrated with the situation. You let out a deep breath, your chest heaving.
Ivar crossed his arms and turned back to face the seat in front of him. âFine. But I get to keep the kitchenware.â
âWhat?â The response left you perplexed enough that all the anger dissipated.
âAt weddings. People give kitchenware don't they? I want it.â Ivar didnât look at you. He was more calm than you expected him to be.
It brought forth a question you hadnât been sure of before. Were the two of you going to have a real wedding? âOkay.â Your voice was quiet. You didnât want to delve into these types of questions after your outburst.
â
âTheyâre staring.â
The two of you went back to silence after that. Ivar had diffused the situation so easily and you didnât fight it. You werenât a naturally confrontational person, but these past few days were the first times you could speak your mind back. Maybe you went overboard.
Ivar had been glancing past you. He eyed a couple of women who kept looking over at him and whispering. You turned your head to follow. âMaybe.â
It was clear he didnât like that sort of attention. In the office he always liked having control over people. He knew when he exited the elevator that the room went silent, people went to work. They feared him. He heard it in the elevator, the truth had slipped into conversation a while back. Why did being looked at bother him now.
âI donât like it.â
âIâm not too surprised,â he glared when you spoke, âcalm down. I mentioned going to prison, getting a divorce, you mentioned marrying me and called me a means to an end. We caused a scene.â
You werenât used to the attention, but surely Ivar must be by now. âBesides, you should be used to stares from people. Youâre beautiful, people stare at beautiful people.â You had felt the need to elaborate before he got angry again. Part of you had the feeling it had something to do with his legs. That everyone silently judged him as weak for it.
A smirk graced his lips, âyou think Iâm beautiful?â You didnât expect him to mess with you. But he did. âItâs very unprofessional.â
âI have eyes,â you glanced back again to look at the women, you didnât want to face him and they were a reasonable excuse. âBut you have a personality that makes even Reagan look like a saint. Everything else about you distracts from that, not that they know it.â
But you did. You had been woken up to a rude awakening that Ivar liked berating people and kicking puppies. âThen theyâll never believe weâre a couple.â
The words brought you out of your quick thought. âIâm sorry, what?â
âIâm far too beautiful for you. Besides, itâs clear Iâm wealthy and youâre not.â He, too, had his head turned to watch the women. The two of them looked away, engrossed in conversation. âItâs far too unrealistic.â Your head finally turned back to him, and he turned his head to you. He had a look of pretend innocence on his face. âWhat? Too honest?â A grin then formed in an amused response to your displeasure.
âThen you ought to get better at pretending to find me attractive, or you can kiss America goodbye.â A smirk soon settled on your face. âAnd despite how much you try and claim you donât care, if you came back unemployed compared to the rest of your brothers youâd utterly hate it. Youâd be the family failure.â
âAnd youâll be a felon. Iâd say you'd be the family felon, but youâd actually have to have family to be that.â
You scoffed in response, trying to formulate words. âWhatever.â You were tired of being left speechless and struggling. You grabbed cheap airplane headphones and closed your eyes. You were going to force yourself to sleep. But it hurt. You hated that he knew things about you. Everything he knew heâd use against you. He did it to others and it was clear he didnât mind using the same weapons against you. It was a reminder of everything you didnât have. And he seemed to waste his. He didnât mind lying or betraying his familyâ
You tried not to choke on your own words, your head laid against the headrest, âwake me up when we land.â
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The Proposal | Chapter Two
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: Mild swearing, dickish behavior
Word Count: 2,085
Thatâs how you found yourself sitting down for a meeting next to your boss, pretending the two of you were in love and set to get married. You were more outwardly nervous than him and your leg was bouncing. It made a quiet but consistant tap on the floor.
âWill you cut that out,â Ivar snapped.
You stopped bouncing your foot and glared at him. âIâm nervous.â It wasnât a voluntary action but it helped with the nerves. Your head tilted up to the ceiling. The office was small and the two of you sat in chairs next to each other. Across from you was an empty desk. The case worker wasnât here yet. Was this normal? It was 10 am but felt much earlier, and the silence was so loud. The two of you never had normal conversations.
âDonât be, itâs annoying.â
Did he expect you to remain a calm worker under these conditions? It wasnât like he could fire you. Both of you risked losing if you didnât stick around. It felt like a sick game of chicken. âHow can I not be? Weâre here because youââ
The conversation was cut short by the metal door opening. It felt like a prison, as if the two of you were being detained and Ivar didnât even want to discuss a game plan. He had actually rolled his eyes when you asked for one.
The man was dressed in a black suit and tie, his hair was short and his face shaven. âShall we begin?â He lacked pleasantries and it only added to your growing paranoia. There was no handshake or introduction. The man jumped into it. Immediately you felt yourself zoning in and out. Half the time you were thinking too much to listen and the other half was spent committing it to memory.
Ivar nodded confidently, evening out to a neutral. How were you supposed to project that same level of confidence? He appeared so unbothered and you stuck out like a sore thumb. The interviewer took notice. âStep one will be a scheduled interview and Iâll ask you every little question a real couple would know about each other.â
That was easy. You already knew way too much about the man. He shoved off too much personal responsibilities onto you that he didnât want to do. You even wrote his Christmas cards at this point.
âStep two, I dig deeper, I look at your phone records, I talk to your neighbors, interview your coworker.â
The two of you didnât have a story. The two of you communicated often for work but they werenât out to anyone. Wellâ technically the two of you didnât have a relationship to be out about. You glance over at Ivar who didnât bother to look back at you. He seemed so eerily calm while all you could do was panic.
You were pretty sure you missed something important by the time you glanced back to the interviewer. Did you miss his name? Did he even offer one? Your leg began to bounce again.
âIf your answers donât match up at every point. You will be deported indefinitely,â he looked at Ivar, âand you will have committed a felony. Punishable by a fine of 250,000 dollars and a stay of 5 years in federal prison.â His gaze turned to you and you froze.
The sound of your heart beating drowned out whatever the man said next. It didnât take long for both men to notice. You were in too deep. You couldnât do this! Why did you even bother agreeing?
âY/N?â The interviewer asked.
You couldnât handle prison. You never even got into a fight before in your life. Youâve seen prison shows, theyâre always fighting. Theyâd eat you alive.
âY/N, do you want to talk to me?â
Ivar elbowed you harsh but discreetly. His blue eyes were intense and it brought you back to your reality. You had already spent three years working for him. Another two at the company. Being fired wasnât an option and youâve been dying to get promoted since you came there. If you could pull it off... whatâs three years on paper? You blinked and nodded your head.
âYou do?â
âWait noâ I mean I donât.â You took a deep breath and held it. This man had to see right through it from the moment he walked in.
âThe truth isâŚâ you glanced at Ivar, âweâre just two people who werenât meant to fall in love. But we did. Six months ago. We werenât going to come out to our coworkers, not until we didnât think theyâd judge us,â your face was red and you found yourself staring down into your lap as you played with your fingers. âEspecially with my promotion coming up.â
You paused, trying to see if what you said convinced him at all. âSo, have either of you told your parents about your⌠secret love?â The interviewer wrote down notes onto a notepad.
âOh, um, impossible. My parents are dead,â you admitted casually with an awkward laugh. âNo brothers or sisters either. You can check if you wantââ
âI will.â
The silence was deafening.
âWhat about you, Ivar? Are yours dead?â
Ivar scoffed at the mention of his family. It was clear to you that on some level he truly thought he was above being here. How could he be so casual?
You decided to cut in, âno. We were going to tell them this weekend. Itâs his fatherâs birthday. The whole family is coming together. We thought itâd be a nice surprise.â
Once the lies began it was hard to stop them. But the event was true but Ivarâs attendance wasnât. He had you tell them he wasnât going. But as you spoke you got more confident.
âAnd where exactly is this going to take place?â The man was quizzing you.
âAalborg, Denmark. Itâs located along Kattegat Bay,â you replied. Ivarâs face twitched in surprise that you knew it at all. Your face never quite calmed down and kept a pinkish hue.
The interviewer stared intently at you, searching for signs.
âThatâs right,â Ivar cut in, trying to save you.
âIsnât Denmark a little far?â
âWell itâs not like I have a visa to lose at this point,â Ivar rolled his eyes.
The interviewer shrugged. âNext Friday at 10am, I expect you both to be here for the scheduled interviews.â
â
âWhat was your fucking problem? You may as well have worn a sign that weâre trying to commit a felony?â
You were floored. Did he actually want to start things off like this. âLike you were much better? You looked pissed off and detached! If you wanted better results maybe you shouldâve interjected more.â
âIt was fun to watch you flounder until I realized your actions have consequences,â he shrugged casually. What was wrong with him? âAnd now Mr. Harold Millington is going to be lurking through my family.â Oh thatâs what the manâs name was. Had it shared that? Did you actually miss it?
âJust tell your family then. Have them lie.â If they were anything like Ivar then being manipulative should be in their nature.
Ivar rubbed the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. âThey wouldnât agree to it.â It meant they had to go. That created the new fact that you had sentenced the both of them on a trip to Denmark. It was that or he gets sent home forever and youâre in federal prison. âHow did you even know that?â
âKnow what?â
âAbout my fatherâs birthday.â
âYou had me send them condolences,â you crossed your arms over your chest and rolled your eyes. âI actually know a ton of things about you. Itâs you who has a week to learn everything about me.â
He stood before you in his bitterness. He didnât deny your statement. It was one thing to have marriage papers and never speak of it again for three years and another to pretend to his family that he was in an actual relationship. His mor had wanted it forever now. âBook the flights, since youâre so used to doing everything for me.â
You had a laundry list of people to contact and he expected you to book flights? Your gut instinct was to tell everyone the truth and convince them to lie to the authorities, but that seemed a little much to ask. âItâs your home, why donât you book them?â
The two of you continued to bicker when the interviewer from earlier stepped out of the building. The two of you immediately silenced as Millington walked by, âremember. Deportation and federal prison. Itâs not too late to come clean.â
The smug look on his face pissed you off. You watched the man walk further away and down the block. âI may not like you, Ivar, but I like you more than that guy,â you said bitterly as your eyes remained trained on the agent in the distance.
âAt least we agree on that.â
âI want him to feel like a moron.â
âSo then letâs do that,â Ivarâs words caught your attention as you glanced back to him. âHe knows the truth but if we make it rock solid heâll have no choice. Itâll drive him insane.â
You laughed, âI probably shouldâve guessed your favorite pass time was belittling people and making them regret their life choices.â
âI liked you better when you just delivered coffee,â Ivar responded. The same anger from earlier was gone but that didnât stop Ivar from starting to walk away from you. You were left standing, irrationally angry at that decision. Civilities were out the window. He had nothing over you anymore. Neither could pull the plug. And heâs been on your nerves for a while. How did you ever find that man attractive?
âGoodbye to you too, asshole!â
â
âIâm coming back for the week,â Ivar held the phone to his ear, waiting for his motherâs response. If he was being honest he was actually a little nervous about it. He actually loved his mother. The rest of them were hit or miss. But he hadnât been back home in a long time.
âReally?â
The excitement in her voice got to him, not that heâd confess it. âI was going to introduce my girlfriend to you guys.â He hated lying.
âYou have a girlfriend?â He hadnât even mentioned the idea of one to her in forever. Not since he left Denmark for the last time. Sheâd been pestering forever. âSince when did you get a girlfriend?â
âMorââ he took a deep breath and sighed, âshe works for me.â
âOhâ so itâs one of those situations.â
Was she judging him already? âJust be prepared for her.â He noticed the dip in her voice and he bit hard on his bottom lip.
âYour father is going to be so happy to have you home.â Aslaug started to talk more about it. He was surprised she wasnât fuming at the mention of his old man. It occurred to him then that maybe his family missed him more than he realized. She was already making plans, doting on him for finding someone and talking about how relieved she is that her son found someone. âHey Ivarâ is she beautiful?â He was brought out of his thoughts by the question.
Were you? He already knew the answer. You were. It wasnât a crazy thought. Ivar always thought you were beautiful. From the moment you walked into his office the first day holding a cup of his favorite coffeeâ how you ever found out before meeting him heâll never know. Itâs what told him you were beyond him. There was a hint of too much perfection that he had immediately felt anger. That anger eventually settled to annoyance.
But if he actually hated you he probably wouldâve fired you by now. The issue is that youâd never genuinely go for him. He had his own love life of sorts, money speaks for itself, he could get laid. What he couldnât get was more, who would genuinely date him? It was easier to resent than pine.
âYes.â
Aslaug laughed on the other end, âyou took a little long there to respond, Ivar.â
âSorryâ she is, mor, Iâm just busy with some work. Iâll call you before the plane leaves.â
âPlease do. Oh, and Ivar, dear. I love you.â
âI love you too.â
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The Proposal | Chapter One
The Proposal Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal⢠au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Warnings: use of the word cripple, mild swearing
Word Count: 1,967
With two cups of coffee in hand and a binder under your left arm, you exited the elevator. It was a delicate balancing act and you already managed to drop the binder once... five blocks from here. Admittedly, the coffees were far more important than that.
âGood morning, Y/N!â
Your head spun around to greet your coworker, a grin on your face. âWell good morning, Paola.â Work was always more pleasant before the boss came in. You walked over and sat upon her desk, enjoying the few minutes of chatter everybody engaged in. It wouldnât last much longer.
âDid you enjoy your date this weekend,â Paola asked as she looked up on you.
You gave an over dramatic groan and rolled your eyes. âIâd rather not be reminded of it. All he did was talk about his exes. Look, hereâs some solid advice, Polly. When a guy says all his exes are crazy heâs probably the problem.â
Granted, you still went out with him to begin with. It was a testament to your own bad taste. âWhat a shame,â Paola huffed as she leaned back in her seat. âI made a bet earlier with Kara that youâd really hit it off with him.â
âIâll consider that your karma for making bets about my love life then,â you teased.
The building settled into small talk. You talked more about past relationships and Paola encouraged you to find someone. She was currently engaged, and you figured she wanted someone to relate to her.
âThe Tyrant has entered the building!â
A quick warning call from the cubical closest to the elevator. All chatter immediately stopped and people rushed to their desks and pretended to be busy on sight. You hoped off of your friendâs desk and picked your stuff up again. âIâll talk to you later,â you winked at her.
Right on cue the sound of heavy steps and a cane came from the elevator and out stepped your boss. Ivar Lothbrok. He wore a permanent scowl on his face as he walked by, straight to his office.
When you first got transferred to the department you had been excited to finally get to work with him. The man was handsome as hell. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes, tall. He looked like a dream. His accent didnât help either. Your dreams had prepared you for some steamy forbidden love office romance, and instead you woke up to the realization that the man was the closest thing to a psychopath you ever met.
As Ivar headed to his office you immediately followed. You knocked twice on the door and entered as usual. âGood morning, Mr. Lothbrok,â you grinned. He didnât glance up from his desk, his eyes buried in paperwork.
âSet it down on the desk.â
You placed the coffee on his desk and left. There was a routine to things. He stopped being as angry with you even if he was never friendly. You were probably the only person in the office who didnât get yelled at anymore. Any anger on your end was hidden behind locked lips.
On your way out the door you bumped into Trevor Taylor, the man not bothering to mind his steps as he stormed into the office. You didnât bother looking back and whistled. It was difficult to hide your amusement. Every so often people came in, screamed obscenities, and got dragged away by security.
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âYouâre firing me!â The voice boomed through the office and every worker immediately stopped. âYou canât fire me, you need me!â
Ivar didnât glance up, ignoring the postering.
âAnd you canât even look at me,â Trevor shook his head. âWhat are you? Deaf now too? Answer me!â His hands slammed down on the desk.
âDonât you think an outburst like this is exactly why youâre getting fired?â Ivarâs blue eyed remained frozen. Normally he wouldnât hesitate to get into a shouting match, say something to make the man cry and watch him leave. The difference today was that Trevor Taylor desired attention so badly that to deny him was more satisfying. Trevor worked himself up to a breaking point. âYou should pack your things before we throw them out, Trevor.â
âIâm invaluable to this company. You know that. Youâre bluffing.â
âYouâre a bad worker. You turn things in late and underperform in everything you do.â The words easily slipped out as Ivar flipped through a file.
âIâm not getting fired from a guy who canât even chase me down a flight of stairs.â
Those words got to Ivar. The man had had it coming for a while now. âThe only reason you lasted this long is that everyone pitied you after your wife slept with your brother. But I didnât. And I still donât.â He closed the file and stared up at Trevor.
âYou crippled fuck!â Trevor grabbed the coffee and squeezed until it burst open across Ivarâs face and down his suit.
âGet the fuck out of here!â Ivar stood up, grabbing his cane as tightly as he could; thankful the coffee didnât drip down to his braces. It took everything to avoid throwing something at the man, but he couldnât deal with another lawsuit like that. âSecurity,â he called out.
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Two men came in and Trevor was dragged out kicking and screaming. Everyone in the office watched with great intent. Ivar came out of his office next, drenched in coffee and thankful he preferred cold drinks.
You eyed him and hesitated for a moment before you decided he might need help, even if he didnât want it. You got up and followed behind him, grabbing the spare coffee.
You found him just inside a private bathroom. The door wasnât locked and you entered as if you werenât straight up entering a bathroom.
âI take it that was another successful firing,â you teased to lighten up the mood. He glanced back, his stare shot daggers into your soul. âHe had it coming. I donât think anyoneâs taking his side.â You had heard the words being shouted. It hadnât taken long for Trevor to bring up the manâs legs a few extra times before security arrived times. He had done it in private many times before.
Ivar took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes couldnât stop themselves as they stared down his chest. You bit your bottom lip and pried your eyes away. âI donât care what they think.â
You knew he did. It was your job to know everything about him. You hated him half the time but there was no way Ivar was as evil as he portrayed. âYou can have my coffee,â you placed it on the sink counter next to him.
He grabbed it and took a sip. A moment later he eyed you with amusement. âAnd Iâm assuming itâs not a coincidence we have the same taste in coffee.â
âIâm clumsy. Plus, I had a feeling Trevor wasn't about to respond well to being fired,â you admitted sheepishly.
âI should have you fired for ass kissing.â
âWhatââ, you blinked in surprise.
âGrab my spare from the office.â He didnât elaborate and sent you on an errand. âAnd then take these to the cleaners.â He handed you the stained close.
You nodded your head and left.
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âWhat do you mean my visa is revoked?â Ivar demanded as he sat before his superiors in his office. âIâm supposed to get my citizenship by Friday?â
âYou violated the terms of agreement. You left the country.â
âI went to Quebec! Itâs hardly outside the US! And mind you, it was for this company.â Ivar was angry now, this whole thing was ridiculous. âLookâ Iâll just reapply again and figure it out all. In the meantime I can relocate back to Europe for a little while.â
âWe canât have you employed here if you arenât a citizen or have a visa.â The man before Ivar admitted, âand the process is going to take over a year.â
âSo what are you saying?â
Ivar already knew the answer, but he needed to hear them say it.
âUnless you can find a way to legally stay here you canât work for the company.â
Ivar laughed, âyou donât have anyone else even half as qualified as me.â
âTrevor Taylor.â
âI just fired the guy, he doesnât even work here,â Ivar scoffed. His hands crossed over his chest as he leaned back in the chair. This whole ordeal was ridiculous. Why was he even putting up with this?
âWell Iâm sure heâs looking for a new job then.â
Ivar remained silent for a moment, his brain worked fast to find some sort of loophole. He couldnât just go back home unemployed to his family.
The sound of the office door opening pulled him from his thoughts. He turned his head and saw you there, anger swelling up inside him. You had came to bring back his dry cleaning. Ivar was on edge and anything would set him over expectâ
âActually this wonât be a problem at all,â Ivar stood up and he walked over to you and placed his free arm over your shoulders, confusion clear on your face. âBecause weâre getting married.â
âYou are?â
You were frozen, unsure of what you walked in on.
âExactly. We didnât want to spoil the whole thing, office etiquette and stuff. But itâs true, weâre madly in love. And since weâre getting married Iâll be staying in the US just fine,â Ivar said.
âI get it, weâve all had an office romance or two. So long as you get it approved I donât see a problem with it.â The man said. It was clear he was also looking for any plausible excuse to keep Ivar around. Despite the fearsome reputation, Ivar was great for the company.
The two men exchanged goodbyes while you remained dazed, but rather than question things while Ivarâs boss was in the room you waited until the man left.
âIâm not marrying you.â
âYes, you are.â
âWhat just happened?â
âThat trip to Quebec cost me my visa. If I donât have one I canât stay.â Ivar said so simply, moving back behind his desk.
âIâm forgetting the part where this is my problem?â Considering the fact that Ivar was suddenly pairing you off as engaged you figured you deserved to sit in the chair as you argued with him.
Ivar paused for a moment, the gears turning in his head. âTrevor will replace me if I go. He hates you as much as me right now, so unless you donât want to be out of a job I suggest you agree. Itâs only three years. We donât even have to live together.â
The whole idea sounded ridiculous but in some aspects he was right. Youâd lose your job. You spent far too many souless years working here and the idea of starting over was terrifying. âWellâ what if I actually wanted to get married?â
âItâll take a lot longer than three years for you to convince anyone to marry you,â Ivar said simply as he went back to his work. The deal was sealed in his mind.
You struggled to formulate a response. âFine. But I get a promotion.â
His blue eyes found yours. âAnd why would I do that, Y/N?â
You blinked in response. It shouldâve been obvious why. âIâ well Iâm the reason youâre keeping your job. You owe me too. Thatâs three years of my life for your benefit.â
The offer was made and he was forced to think. âFine.â His hands were tied and he hated it. âDo you want anything elseâ, annoyance was evident in his tone.
âA proposal.â
âWhat?â
âA proper one.â
Ivarâs eyes narrowed. He didnât care for the idea and admittedly a part of him wasnât sure he could. He couldnât get down on one knee. âIâm not doing that.â
A moment of silence passed before you gave up. âFine. But at least say it. Like you mean it.â You were being petty but it was the least this guy could do.
He took a deep breath and stared at you with intent. âY/Nââ Ivar stopped himself and paused.
âDo you not know my last name?â
There was more silence as you both eyed each other.
âWill you just marry me.â Ivar concealed any embarrassment he felt over the situation. He appeared tense and a little angry. This was a better proposal than you expected from him, all things considered.
âYes.â
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The Proposal | Masterlist
Summary: The Proposal au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that heâs genuinely engaged to a woman he works with
Chapters Posted: 7/13
Chapters Written: 7/13
Chapter One: The Proposal
Chapter Two: The Interview
Chapter Three: The Flight
Chapter Four: The Family
Chapter Five: The Party
Chapter Six: The Day In
Chapter Seven: The Ex
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Hi! Can I please have a ship for the MCU and Harry Potter if you do that (itâs totally fine if you donât) okay so Iâm 4â11, have long black hair and brown eyes, Iâm an ENTJ, Iâm very sassy, blunt, and competitive. Iâm very passionate about politics, football, and traveling. I tend to have a short temper (I donât deal with bs), I can be very stubborn and hot headed as well. I love photography and Iâm very sensitive (though most donât see it) overall Iâm just a pretty complex person. Thank you sm!
Here you go! And yes I still do Harry Potter, JK Rowling didnât do anything new I didnât already dislike her for. The series belongs to the fans now and as long as I can acknowledge the bad in it I can still cherish the good it brought to my childhood. Regardless! I hope you like it!
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Marvel
Sam Wilson
Heâs an all American kind of guy and definitely loves football. The two of you spend your Sunday nights watching the games and placing cheap bets like who I going to do the dishes. Itâs pure fun. You also host the Super Bowl at your house every year and invite every superhero within a one planet radius.
Your relationship is filled with a lot of short quips between each other, usually blunt jokes that poke fun at one another. Theyâre always harmless but have an edge of a competitive spirit. It usually results in harmless banter about who is going to lose to the other and meaningless taunts. âOh you wanna go?âs and âin your condition? Iâd beat you in a heartbeatâs.
Heâs so used to giving and gives it his all for his friends and those he loves. It takes a big toll on him. Similar to you he wears that kind of burden so well that most never notice. You do though, because you feel the same way a lot. Youâre sensitive and you see it when he goes overboard into helping you feel better. Sam pours his all into everything.
The two of you get to travel a lot, his work as the new Captain America sending him all over the world. At first he was apprehensive about having you come along, he couldnât bare the thought of losing you, but you love traveling and him and the idea of having to sit at home was a fate worse than death.
You sent the Christmas cards. Youâre more heartfelt when you write them and it gives an excuse to send your photography to all your friends and family. Sam doesnât just dump that on your or anything, he hangs around and helps select pictures he thinks each person on would appreciate the most and the two of you end up coming up with the most unique set of Christmas cards anyoneâs probably ever done.
Donât even get me started on the Fourth of July. Itâs probably the biggest holiday around. Lots of arguments over politics, you and Sam are a powerful combo, and overzealous American based competitions. Even when the country seems to be tearing itself apart you two manage to hold onto the American dream. You can disparage this country as quick as the next person but you take a day to indulge in what makes it full of hope: and one of those people is Sam.
âI donât know if I can do it.â Those are the first words you hear as Sam tosses the shield onto the kitchen table. This wasnât his usual warm greetings but the man had nothing else to say. He didnât even know where to begin, had no idea how to admit he still couldnât cope with losing his best friend. That no matter how hard he was trying to be Captain America that he didnât feel like he truly was what Steve had been.
You stared, unsure how to handle it as you took a step forward. Whatever had happened today was a major setback in this whole operation. âWhat happened?â You knew it was a horrible transition period already. Sam looked nothing like the Captain America the world had grew to accept. The cards were stacked against him from the start. Nobody believed he was good enough and the public thought it was their right to scrutinize him at every turn. Usually he kept his head up about but something changed.
Sam hesitated to take any steps forward. The world may have been saved but things were far from over. âI stopped a robbery on broadway, I caught the perps and had them tied up before police arrived. And the hostageâ she screamed at me, afraid Iâd hurt her no matter what I did to try and mend her fears. And when the cops did show up they started shooting at me.â He was slowly breaking in front of you and you didnât have any idea what to do with it. âThey called me some imposter, insinuated that I was a common criminal. That there was something innate in me that would never be good enough. And they called for backup when I ran.â
The world was more uncertain that ever before. After the second snap and Tonyâs sacrifice the world failed to pick itself back up and begin moving. âDonât listen to them, alright? Steve had it easy. The government paraded him around like some show pony for the troops. He got a grandiose opening.â You racked through the memories as you tried to find a way to comfort him. âBut youâre stronger. You needed to be. You show up as a hero in the worst time in history and you donât get an introduction.â
âI just donât know if I can do it.â Sam held back tears but you could see them in his eyes. But you were stubborn, and it killed you to see him like this. So you did what you always do, took this on as a challenge to make him realize he was good enough. âI donât know if Steve made the right choice, if Iâm even good enough for what he gave me! Heâs a better manââ
âDonât you dare say that, Sam!â You shouted back suddenly, it startled him. âYouâre a million times better than Steve. Alright? He left. He got his happy ending. Youâre still fighting for the living. Youâre still here!â The idea that somehow he didnât believe in himself killed you. You couldnât even wrap your head around the idea. âSteve spent decades deciding who he wanted and after all that time he believed you were the best person alive. He believed in you. I believe in you!â
There wasnât much more to say after that as Sam crashed his lips onto yours. It wasnât exactly a beautiful kiss but it was killed with such a strong sense of love, duty and faith. âI love you, you know that right?â He has to ask. You were worked up to the point of angry-tears but managed to nod your head slowly. He wasnât sure heâd ever find someone who believed in him as much as you did.
âI love you too.â You smiled softly, breathing slowly in and out as you stared down at the floor. âBut for the record, and I really feel like I have to say it...â You looked up at him, your brown eyes wide and big, âIâd be a way better Captain America.â The smirk on your face was sudden and cocky. It was hard for either of you to really get too deep in your emotions and humor was the quickest way to ease the tension of the moment.
âOh really now?â Sam asked back with a laugh. âWhat ever happened to your whole believe in me speech. Cause, and maybe I was wrong, but I thought you just agreed that Iâm the better Captain America.â He had his arms out in a challenging way, daring you to tell him he was wrong.
âWell youâre better than everyone but me.â
Harry Potter
Ron Weasley
The two of you can go absolutely crazy over quidditch, cheering for your favorite teams is an excellent bonding moment. Youâre both competitive and love sports, and what better pass time than the wizards for worldâs biggest sports event? The two of you have different favorite teams so itâs always a competition to see whoâs will do better that year.
The two of you are both very blunt, which is honestly something that Ron needs from a person in his life. He hates when people try and get all convoluted instead of saying what they just actually mean. Your blunt nature fits what he likes to a T, even when it upsets him. The blunt nature of the relationship can be a blessing or a curse for those who encounter the two of you.
Ron is loyal to a fault, which is something thatâs good for you. When you get overwhelmed and let your emotions get the best of you heâs the kind of person able to withstand any emotion. If someone were to push you too hard, not expecting you to be as sensitive as you are, Ron is the first person to jump in. He can get a little aggressive about it.
Youâre both hot-heads and tend to get into pointless stubborn competitons. Whether itâs a game or a debate, the two of you get into them often with the goal of winning. Some people interpret this as fights but the truth is that both of you know how to come down from them without harming the relationship. While youâre immovable when against each other you become unstoppable when both of you are on the same side. People tend to just give up.
Ron doesnât quite get your photography and no matter how many times you explain it all he doesnât really get it. But that doesnât stop him from trying and getting envolved. Heâll buy you photography gifts, and they tend to be hit or miss. For a while he didnât get why you took so many photos but down the road when you showed him all of the past moments of your lives he realized how beautiful it really is.
Both of you are really into politics. Given that Ron literally took up arms in the resistance against Voldemort it shouldnât be any surprise that he really cares about the government and whatâs going on with it. Heâs less intelligent than you, but equally passionate. If Iâm being honest, itâs another reason people dread going to your house for holidays since the both of you manage to at some point drag everyone into another conversation about important political aspects you two care about.
âFive sickles says that you canât make it to the top of the quidditch tower and back in under a minuteââ
âOh easy, bet.â
âAND perform five 3 360s.â
Suddenly the challenge was a lot harder for you. You stood in the grass of the quidditch field, staring up at the sky with your broom in hand. Now it was a question of your ability to do some tricks and those were never your strong suite. As much as you adore the game you tended to focus on mastering the basics instead of showing off. But, a bet was a bet and you hated the idea of admitting you couldnât do something. âLike I said, easy.â
Ron stared at you with a wild grin on his face. He knew you were always up for a challenge and he was always up to doing something fun. It was truly a deadly combination. âAlright, I have the sickles right here. All you have to do is knock my socks off.â Perhaps he shouldnât be daring his girlfriend to do something crazy but he couldnât help himself and neither could you.
âReady?â You asked as you nodded to his watch. âI donât want you losing count and forcing me to lose.â You were honestly a little nervous but didnât show it. You were stronger than that. What you really hoped was that no one came out and caught you guys fooling around on the Quidditch field, now that would be messy. Ron held up the watch and nodded his head.
âOn your marks, get set, go!â And with that you went flying off. You decided to knock one spin upside down off the list really quick and managed to do that with some grace. You realized soon after that it wasnât exactly fun, and was a little challenging to keep steady once it was over. âYou got this, babe!â Ron shouted as you planned on how to get back at him for this. You got the next twist out of the way shortly before you got to the tower and then soon you made it close to around it. In an attempt to show off you used the final twist as you neared the other side, although this proved to be a mistake.
You lost your grip. The broom seperated from your body and sped off towards the stands as your body fell vertical. You didnât hear anything aside from your own scream as you tried to reach for your wand. Your hand just got ahold of it by the time you felt a pair of arms grab you. You hadnât even noticed Ron had gotten to you up until that moment as you clung tightly to him.
You winced when your broom hit the stands and broke straight through the seats and into the underside of the stands. You supposed youâs finally get the chance to find out what exactly was under those old things. You rested your head against his chest, neither of you saying much as you listened to his heartbeat. It was fast and scared and said more than enough.
âYou didnât let me finish.â You complained, trying to ease the tension with a joke. âYou cheated.â You looked up at him and smiled as he neared the ground. Part of you felt that you would have been fine. You could have used a spell to summon the broom or something to ease your fall. Ron didnât need to be there. But he was and it was actually really sweet.
Ron laughed, releasing tensed muscles in his body he hadnât realized he strained as started to step off. And though he laughed he couldnât stop holding you as if his life depended on it. âYeah, Iâm sure you would have. Do you want the sickles anyways?â He asked you. âAn honorary win because I cheated?â
âThank you very much, Iâll take those off your hands.â The real conversation occurred outside of language. The way you clung to him said thank you, and the way he held you, paired with his ever increasing heartbeat, said he loved you. Though the sickles certainly didnât hurt.
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Hi there, are your ships still open? If so, what fandoms do you write about and do you nind if the information is long and detailed?
Hi, I just sent in an ask about if ships were open. I forgot to ask if there was a limit on fandoms we can ask for and if we ask for two fandoms or more, will that make the description on who we were matched shorter than if we just asked for one?
Hey! Yeah theyâre open (I think it says thatâs in my description)!
I had everything saved under the tag âinformationâ but when I tried to look through it on the app nothing showed up, and while the original posts still have it Iâm not sure if itâll show up for you!
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Ships are open! Sometimes I get slow at responding but right now I donât have anything and Iâm on vacation so it shouldnât be too long or anything
You can ask for a limit of 2 fandoms per ask. In theory you could send in another one with new fandoms and the same description, I donât mind that. Itâs just that Iâll be answering them in a maximum of 2 at a time since I tend to write a lot.
I have a set criteria for my answers, itâs like 6 bullet points and then a little short fic (I used to measure those but now I kinda just stick to a general idea). Regardless as to how many you send in youâll get 6 headcanon bullet points and short blurb. It wonât affect your results!
The more detailed you are the closer to what you want youâll get! The more personality there is for you the more I can include that in my writing! Especially if you want something in particular! So detailed and long is preferred!
Hereâs the links to the posts about it, they go into more detail:
https://backalley-requests.tumblr.com/post/186666808858/fandom-masterlist
https://backalley-requests.tumblr.com/post/186666807473/requests-are-open-hey-this-is-a-fairly-new-blog
One includes a list of the fandoms I have, and youâre always free to ask about other ones. Thereâs plenty of stuff I do still watch thar doesnât jump to instant memory.
The other is the types of requests, their limitations and all that in case you want more information!
I hope that answered everything! Feel free to ask more questions!
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Hey, I noticed that you also write for jjba! Can I have some headcanons for Jotaro dealing with having a crush whoâs the exact opposite of person he expects to fall for: loud, upbeat, fun, etc. Thank you so much!!!!
Yeah! I tend to really only do parts 1-3 since I havenât been able to see further than that yet (I saw a few episodes of part 4 a while back but got busy). I hope you like it!
Jotaroâs never been the best at showing emotion. He usually compartmentalizes and pushes off any feelings he has for later. Especially when he catches feelings. Itâs hard to tell whether he likes you or canât stand you because the messages he sends are all over the place.
He spends countless nights trying to figure out his feelings for you, himself. Youâre everything he tends to get annoyed at and yet somehow he canât bring himself to get angry with you. Anytime he snaps is superficial and you both know it.
He realizes what heâs feeling the moment that something happens to you. Itâs one fight with a stand user and you arenât badly wounded but he loses it and blows up on you, realizing that he canât afford to lose you. And while he cares about the rest he cares about you more.
The two of you tend to go at it, with clashing personalities itâs only natural. They can be pretty intense and you always put pace him with your energy but his words tend to cut deeper. While they start off genuine it becomes a rhythm the two of you get used to, and is admittedly filled with sexual tension.
He rarely talks about his own feelings, much less shows vulnerability. So when his attempts at getting you to stop being so reckless fail the old fashioned way he goes soft and tells you the truth: that if everyone he knows youâre the person he couldnât bare to see hurt. He doesnât even confess then, but deep down you both know what it means.
Jotaro can be almost annoyingly possessive but realizes he doesnât have much of a claim over you. If he thinks someone is gettin a little too close you (such as another stardust crusader) he goes into isolation mode. This usually involves a hot and cold vibe towards you for a while. Itâs usually over nothing.
Jotaro is surprisingly good at advice when heâs willing to give it. And youâre an excellent advice asker. Heâs perceptive and intelligent and has a certain level of clear-headedness that makes him perfect to talk to. Plus heâll do anything to spend more time with you. Itâs usually during these talks that all the stereotypes youâve had built up for each other fall to the wayside.
Youâre the one person he canât tell to shut up. Mostly because he canât get enough of your voice. There was an entire evening where everyone kept waiting for Jotaro to yell at you and it just never came. You were making jokes and overstepping boundaries and it was at that moment that Joseph started to suspect.
You never even noticed. Part of you knew Joraro cards but the idea that he could actually love you, out of the question. That was too strong of an idea and even a dangerous one. Especially since you were falling for him. Youâd get flustered if he stared at you for too long and it became one of the few ways to shut you up from time to time. You used to tease him by making jokes that he was in love with you but the moment you fell for him those stopped. Mostly because you didnât want to watch him deny it again.
He doesnât say confess his feelings verbally. But it happens one day after you almost die. Swept away my emotions all he can do is kiss you when he finds out youâre alright. Itâs a mutually starved one and it does all the talking you need. Plus, itâs hard to really deny Jotaro when heâs like that.
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Heyyy, can I get ships with MCU and ST? (if it's possible). I'm a straight girl. I'm 5'3, with short - like just above the shoulders - auburn hair and green eyes. My style is pretty vintage I like to create my outfits looking at old photos from the 70s/80s. I am shy at first but after a while, I get very flirty and outgoing. I have a lot of hobby and I don't like to do nothing. I like to read, listen to some good classic rock songs and do many outdoor activities. Thank you sooo much đđ
Iâm sorry it took so long! Iâve been awfully busy with school! I hope you enjoy it!
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MARVEL
Bucky Barnes
Youâre very classic by nature and thatâs something that initially draws Bucky to you. Mostly because itâs messing with his head as he gets flashbacks to glimpses through the decades he lost to Hydra. He doesnât remember much of it, but being around you gave him the feeling he might be able to get back what he lost.
You were scared of him at first, and a little shy. You saw enough news coverage of him to know he was bad news. Bucky saw the idea of getting close to you as attoning for what he did. If he could change you perception on him then maybe he wasnât that bad after all and maybe the man he was forced to be wasnât really him. He kept ârandomlyâ bumping into you and trying to strike up conversations even through you were nervous at first, eventually you grew used to it and realized maybe he was a victim of it all.
The two of you spend a lot of time outdoors doing various stuff. You enjoy the outdoors and Bucky likes being away from the city and all the noise. Itâs an oasis when you guys manage to be out and away from civilization. Stuff like canoeing or rock climbing just puts both of you in a good state of mind.
Youâre always on the move trying to do stuff and start new activities and sometimes Bucky struggles to keep up. But he enjoys that quick energy you give off of. His body naturally wants to be lazy but he is much happier when he does get to do stuff so being with you is exciting.
Heâs really over protective of you, perhaps a little possessive at times too. Heâs had people he loves taken away from him and itâs hard to imagine a world where youâre not in it. You think itâs cute sometimes and annoying other times but you get where heâs coming from and sometimes just let him do what makes him feel safer. Plus itâs kind of hot sometimes.
You have to deal with the occasional person realizing who he is and freaking out in fear. He isnât that recognizable on the streets but some people still have memories from the time he was.
There was a knock at the door at 10 oâclock at night. This was pretty rare considering that neither of you had any close friends who randomly came over. Steve sometimes but Steve tended to walk right in when he arrived, so something about this was wrong.
Buckyâs arms were wrapped around you as the two of you watched a movie. This was meant to be a nice cuddling session although it was suddenly pulled apart by the knocking. Bucky tensed up immediately, âIâll get it.â He said, knowing you tended to be shy around strangers.
He headed over to the door and opened it, âHello?â On the other end appeared to be some nerdy sales rep trying to the two of you to buy a subscription. Who tries to tell stuff at 10 oâcock at night? âWe donât want anyââ he started but was soon cut off by the sound of glass breaking in the other room.
When Bucky turned back the sales rep punched him in the face. He hardly reacted to it as he used hs arm to shove him back hard enough to crack the hallway wall. He soon rushed into the living room to find you being held against your will, a gun to your head.
Bucky started walking over but was stalled when the man spoke up, âuh uh. Take another step closer and Iâll kill her.â Bucky knew better than to just suddenly risk your life. You were one of the few good things he had left in it.
âWhat do you want.â
You somehow managed to stay silent, afraid of dying but also afraid of Bucky getting hurt. There was few options here and while you trusted him you werenât sure if anyone could easily get out of this. But you did have something that could help, if only the man would make a mistake.
âI canât you tooââ the man was cut off as you realized your perfect shot was upon you, you elbowed him hard and he doubled over. You werenât exactly helpless but he hadnât given any previous openings. He released you as a reflex and you dove to the side to evade him.
Bucky instantly moved in and knocked him out wirh one quick punch as the man flew across the room and you ran to his arms. âIâm so sorey, I wasnât paying attention andââ you began to apologize quickly but he held you tight and shushed you softly.
âItâs my fault too alright, we got too comfortable.â But there was a bigger unspoken problem. That someone wanted him and knew exactly where he lived. âWe should head somewhere else for now, those men wonât stay down forever.â
You nodded your head and moved to get ready. âYou already know Iâm willing to follow you wherever you go. Just lead the way.â
STRANGER THINGS
Jim Hopper
Youâre wardrobe fits right in with the era, given that itâs the 70s to early 80s. But youâre appreciation for the early seventies starts to feel really nostalgic for him, especially cause it keeps him centered in a world that just keeps changing drastically at every turn.
At first you thought all the traps around his house were a little excessive but you soon realized he was just extremely prepared, and that his paranoia was justified. You actually learned to get really into helping him eith that, enjoying how they made you think and enjoying being out in the woods.
When he first met you it was for an interrogation. He thought you may have had something to do with a recent disappearance of a missing boy, although that was before he learned the darker truth. You were so shy that he thought you were hiding something. So he changed tactics to get closer in hopes youâd lower your guard.
Needless to say you were pissed when you realized he only got close to you for his case. He owned up to it all when he realized that you had nothing to do with it, and especially when he learned about the monsters. You thought it was less reassuring, and you stormed off. That was how you first encountered the supernatural.
You became Elâs advocate. You supported her wanting some freedom and felt bad that she was cooped up for so long, especially since you knew that you could never handle sitting still for as long as she had to.
You both have similar taste in music and love driving down the road jamming out to classic rock, or at the time just rock. Youâd go on long drives to take a weekend getaway off in another cabin by a lake. Sometimes to help ease the tension of the real danger back in town.
âDance with me!â You said suddenly. You had been holed up in the house for several days and there was only so many puzzles, games, and television that could occupy you. So you turned up the radio and started poorly your dancing your way to Hopper.
He felt bad that he couldnât do more for your right now. But he was under heavy surveillance and going outside at the moment was a recipe for disaster. He just wished you didnât have to get stuck with him. âOh I donât know.â He rested his head to the side. âDancing isnât really my thing,â he admitted.
âPlease! Itâs the least you can do.â Once you flashed your puppy dog eyes at him, Hopper knew it was over. You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet as you started to dance to the rhythm, forcing him along with you.
As he started to get into it you let go and began to move in bouncing circles to the rock song, letting your hair have itâs fun as you went wild enjoying the moment. Hopper never quite got on your level as his dancing slowly came to a stop. He was mesmerized by the way your body moved to the song. How free you managed to be even here.
Soon you stopped as you realized he wasnât playing along. âWhats wrong?â You were panting and a little out of breath due to your intensity. You brushed your hair to the side and just behind your ear to see him better.
âYou justâ well youâre breath taking.â Hopper smiles at you, finally releasing a breath he just realized he was holding. âBesides, youâre a lot quicker than me.â He then chuckled.
Your face flushed red in response and you felt he place heat up. âWell you have that affect on me too.â You confessed.
Just then, a snapping sound was heard outside in the woods. A trap was just set off and something was caught. Animal? Human? Who knows, but it meant that you guys had to find out and more importantly that you got to go outside!
âWe caught something!â
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Hello, could I please get a Disney and Harry Potter Ship? Iâm a straight female. Iâm very short (5â0) and chubby. Iâm very shy and quiet when I first meet someone, but one you get to know me im talkative and loud. I often talk way to fast. I have a short temper and can get annoyed very easily, and Iâm very argumentative (I love proving people wrong). My hobbies include reading and writing, and I could talk for hours about things that I am passionate about!
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Disney
Prince Naveen
The two of you bump heads a lot, especially in the early days. He got on your nerves all the time over his ego and you couldnât stand how full of himself he was. At this point, he loves when you pop off on people, especially since youâre always so quiet around strangers. Thereâs something about you speaking your mind and putting others in their place that he loves.
Youâre both great storytellers. You just have different mediums. He tells stories through song and music, always oral telling. But you love writing them down in sweet words and decorating the stories to be remembered in perfect condition. It just means that he loves getting to read what you write and he adores sharing it with others. He also gets you into reading your stuff and dancing.
One of the first signs that he began to realize he was in love with you was when he realized he could listen to you talk for hours about all your hobbies and passions. Heâs so used to wanting to be the center of attention and adored but you made him want to hear about something else. He also really encourages all of your passions and goes out of his way to support them.
You guys get into competitions and petty arguments to prove who is better at something. Both striving to prove the other wrong. In the end youâve both learned a good handful of stuff from each other. Neither of you ever truly admit you were wrong but you say it in other ways. He taught you to be more comfortable in yourself and you taught him how to love reading. It goes both ways, and you can hold your own well against him.
The two of you run a public library, dividing the work evenly. You spend half the time getting to write, and heâll read over your work and give you encouragement. Itâs the most lively of a library that could possibly exist and manages to be comforting and warm even during the winter. Itâs one of the things you two are most proud of making together and is a monument to what the two of you can accomplish when you take your determination and put it to good work.
He writes short stories for you. They are never any good but you love them nevertheless. Itâs a staple present for whenever youâre down or stressed out. Heâs improved throughout the years but never sees his own improvements.Â
âJust admit youâre wrong.â
âDoes it look like Iâm in any position to do that?â Naveen asked.
You wore a solid smirk on your face, it was smug and it drove him nearly insane. Mostly because he knew you were right and he didnât want to admit it. âI love you, but this isnât going to get fixed any time soon at the rate youâre going. Itâs hopeless, my love. Maybe we should just head back to town and get a mechanic to come look at it.â The car on the side of the road had steam coming up from it and nearly an hour after this happened Naveen was still at work. You didnât know anything about cars and you werenât about to pretend that you did. Naveen on the other hand? Refused to give up and while it started off as kind of sweet it quickly devolved into a mess.
âI know what Iâm doing, I think the problem is probably this,â his hand grasped something in the hood of the car, âpart,â it broke off and stayed in his hand as he took a step back.
Naveen realized you were right as he sat back in the car with a sigh. âAlright, so maybe Iâm not a mechanic. You have to admit though, it was a little charming how hard I tried.â He grinned wildly at you as you crossed your arms over your chest and faked some annoyance
âIâm pretty sure charming is one of those attributes you canât really apply to yourself.â You sighed and then smiled softly, âletâs just head back to town. You can brag more about your chivalry along the way, if it pleases you.â
It a moment the sky turned dark, grey clouds coating it as the sun was blurred out. A moment later it began to rain. And it poured. âOn second thought, maybe we should just camp out here until it clears upâ you redacted.
Naveen smirked, accepting his fate quickly. âWell in that case youâre very lucky to be stuck with someone so charming as handsome as me.â
Harry Potter Series
George Weasley
He always brings out the fun in you. At first you seemed shy and quiet but in less than no time you were reluctantly pulled into pranks and before you knew it were willingly apart of them.
You two first meet when you fall victim to one of his pranks. You really thought you hated him in that moment and wasted no time breaking that sweet little girl persona you had when you got angry and told him off. It was hard to stay mad after a while because it was clear to you that George felt horrible about what happened. You werenât exactly the intended target.
The two of you are so creative and really mesh well together. While you arenât the best at actually building contraptions you have such a good creative eye and are necessary in creating a good idea for his shop and any of its merchandise. Half the stuff he makes comes from bouncing ideas off of you and you fill the void his brother used to fill.
He started off attempting to pull you out of your shell, something he does for a few people. However the more he got to know the real you the more he fell for you. Fred pestered him about your relationship and eventually, he confessed. Becoming a catalyst for a new mission between the two of them to get you to fall for George.
You were the only person who could pull him back into reality after Fred died. It nearly destroyed your relationship as he fought against your best efforts and you fought back. When the dust settled, you both were all the stronger for it, and he was able to get the help he needed.
He thinks youâre just the cutest thing ever, youâre small and chubby and he canât get enough of you. You, of course, fight back against his claims but he never relents. He loves just sitting and staring at you as you ramble on for hours about things your passionate about. Sometimes you question if heâs even listening he can recount almost every detail youâve spoken.
âYou know sometimes I miss the days when you were quiet,â George teased as he nudged your side softly. You had spent the past hour delving into your new current obsession. It was actually pretty adorable, he had to admit.
You blushed, feeling embarrassed slightly abojt it. âIf you missed them so much then why did you make such an effort to get me to talk at all.â Despite the minor setback you bounced back quickly with a retort, your arms crossed over your chest. You tilted your head up in a pout and looked away.
âBecause I didnât realize you were a siren. Only you could make me sit still for an hour on a lecture about a bookâ and make it sound interesting.â George complimented you. âThink of all the other stuff we could have done in that hour, yet I spent it all learning about an entirely different world. Have to admit, you got me good though.â
You bit your bottom lip and hesitated, maybe you had gone on a slight rant. As you glanced over at the time it you immediately realized how late it had gotten. âIââ you tried to speak but decided to stop. Had you kept him here too long? Were you really such a bother? âSorry.â You lowered your head to hide your face.
It shattered George on impact. âYou donât have to apologize!â His face was a bright red. âI got carried away myself just listening to you. Youâre just so cute! I didnât mean it in a bad way.â The two of you were just friends at the time. Just friends, you had to remind yourself on several occasions. But, unbeknownst to you, he had the same talk with himself every night.
The two of you were in a weird zone where every word spoken by the other was clung to for dear life. Even now, you panicked at the idea of upsetting him and he panicked at the fact that his joke came off wrong. Both of you were bumbling fools in an instant. âOh! Iâm sorry! I just thought you meantââ
âI didnât to swear!â George said shortly.
Your faces were both a bright burning red. In your mind you kept replaying the likeâ youâreally just so cute. Did he really think that about you? Was it just a slip of the tongue. âDid you mean it?â
âWhich part?â
There was a tension thick within the air. âThat Iâm cute?â The silence became deafening but was cut off as a pair of arms wrapped around both of your necks, pulling you closer together.
âThere you guys are!â Fred, unmistakable, was behind you guys and clearly grinning. âIâve been looking everywhere, I didnât expect to find you guys in the library.â
You and George stared at each other for a moment, blushing like mad. He never did get to answer your question that night.
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Hi can I have a pairing in the MCU and for ST Iâm a pansexual (I lean towards women) trans guy whoâs 5â8 and a bit more on the heavier side when it comes to weight. Iâm a multi-facetted musician, and I play 6-ish instruments but mainly the guitar and piano. I write songs in my spare time as well as just writing stories. Iâm generally impulsive thanks to ADHD and I suffer from (properly diagnosed) bad PTSD and depression. My friends describe me as funny, brave, and altruistic even with my past.
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Marvel Cinematic Universe
Wanda Maximoff
On the surface you both seem to different; youâre loud and funny, and sheâs quiet and intense. You balance each otherâs energy out perfectly and at the core of yourselves are so eerily similar. You both just handle your pain and trauma in different ways. She saw straight through your smile the instant she met you while others still saw you as someone in perfect mental health.
You used music to teach her how to control herself and her powers. She was in emotional turmoil when you found her but there is something about the way you play that kept her head cool. This only got better as you taught her how to play instruments.
She would absolutely lose her mind if anything happened to you. Youâre the best thing sheâs ever had in her life and if anyone were to threaten that there would be more than just hell to pay. It also means she gets really worried when you overexert yourself and act impulsively, especially since you get brave and do things that would frighten the average person.
You live in a big European city with her in a gorgeous ass looking apartment. The giant windows overlooking everything always gets to inspire you to write and the two of you sit there quite often, usually looking down at people below. You make up stories about their lives and she always loves listening to them.
You guys go to live concerts and orchestras a lot. Thereâs a sense of culture in it. Youâre part of a city band and she often goes to your performances. Itâs truly breathtaking to watch you. And she spends the rest of the night talking about how amazing you did.
Everybody else tries to find ways to fix her and her personality but youâre the first person to actually just accept her for what she is and trust her with your entire being. And no love her inspite of things but because of them.
You sat with your back pressed against the glass window. The lights of the city illuminated everything so fully and completely, leaving this strong feeling of ease resting in you. It brought to the surface the idea that youâre such a small part in the word and everyone below you thought themselves just as important as you did yourself.
âItâs rare to see you quiet,â Wanda teases as she walked over from the kitchen. She had two cups of coffee in her hands as she took a spot next to you. Her head leaned into the glass gently as she handed the cup over. Your gaze broke from the city and landed on her. A smile broke out on her face.
âAt least I know youâre still keeping tabs on my behavior,â you tease her and she reflexively gives a toothy smile of admittance. As much as you didnât want to admit it, you were just having one of those off days. Not that you needed to tell her, she knew you well enough to know when they happened.
âMaybe so.â
âGood, Iâm glad someoneâs realized that Iâm too handsome to simply to be ignored any longer.â You laughed quietly before taking a sip. It deflected from actual emotions. You didnât feel the need to talk on them much at the moment. You just wantedâ peace.
âIf you need to talk.â
âI know.â
There was no interruptions because you both simply knew what was happening before either of you spoke. She shifted over closer to you and laid her head on her shoulder relaxing into you subtly. The coffee left a warm pit in your stomach, filling up even the coldest parts of you. It felt good. And being here felt right.
âI spoke to Steve, today. He says heâs doing fine. He also says Bucky has been handling things a lot better now.â Wanda opens up a little to try and ease in some conversation. âHe reminds me of you sometimes, if you were a super powered human. He cares a lot, will do anything to make sure things are just and rightâ just like you.â She sits up some more and turns to smile at you.
âYou really are a hero, did you know that,â She asked you, her face is so soft and delicate. Sheâs genuine, although she tells you stuff like this a lot this is coming from a place where she wants you to deeply feel it in your soul. âYouâre so giving and selfless. You showed me how to take everything thatâs bad and make a person out of itâ and a good person too.â
Your hand comes up and holds her face softly with one hand. Your thumb brushing over her cheek in gentle strokes. âYouâre my hero too.â
Stranger Things
Joyce Byers
Youâre so much more helpful in her life than she ever expected anyone to be. Youâre one of the few people who are so useful and good at helping Will recover mentally from everything heâs been through. She isnât sure sheâll ever be able to get over that.
Joyce thinks youâre absolutely hilarious and loves even the dumbest of your jokes. The two of you usually end up carrying them a little too far because neither of you are willing to concede and give up your little competition. You just make her smile and feel young.
She loves it when you play guitarâ any instrument really but sheâs into more rock styles and enjoys the nights where the two of you get to relax while you play the guitar and she listens in. She always talks about how sheâs always wanted to get to learn to play an instrument and she could ever imagine being able to play 6. Itâs so crazy to her.
Youâre too brave, dangerously so sometimes, because where many others would be quick to run away you get yourself involved in affairs that she never wanted you to be apart of. But itâs too late because youâve already grown deathly attached to the family and all the kidsâ but especially her.
And youâre such a great liar too, since youâre so good and writing stories it comes natural to you to come up with a lie on the spot. So where she flounders and says something suspicious youâre easily capable of bouncing right back and making the whole thing sound believable. Itâs came in handy a few times now.
You both have a lot of emotional baggage tied to you, and a lot of emotions tied to your past and present. You can tell each other anything and everything and know that itâs judgement free. Itâs so liberating and relaxing to just get to talk to her and understand that she gets it.
âDo you even know how to bake?â
Youâre tease Joyce as she looked over the instructions again. Sheâs made several errors already and the cupcakes arenât even close to being ready to put in the oven. You watch her, bemused. The two of you were supposed to be making snacks for a dnd session and Joyce had came up with cupcakes.
âOf course I do,â her eyes roll as she waves away the notion effortlessly, âI watch the cooking network all the time! How hard can it be?â Thereâs already a hint of flour on her face. The kitchen is an absolute wreck too. You had offered to just buy some cake mix but she said it was less heartfelt that way. You both swore dirtied aprons.
She gave you instructions to crack some more eggs and put them in the bowl. Something you almost complete without a hitch until the last egg completely cracks itself open all over your hands, some of the shell slowly oozing down with the rest of the liquid. âFuckââ the two of you are this jumbled mess of bakers. You stare down at the mess youâve made, frozen.
Joyce canât contain herself as she tries to hold back a giggle and fails. âOhâ oh myâ her laughter grows louder as she covers her mouth. âYou look great, sweetheart.â She insists, pursing her lips to a thin line in an attempt to hide her gleeful smile.
You roll your eyes playfully before an idea comes into your head as you glance over at the flour. Joyce is too busy being amused by the situation to react before you toss some flour in her direction. Her mouth opening in shock before instantly scrunching up as it makes contact with her face.
âYou were saying?â
âOh itâs on.â
The challenge is set as the two of you begin making an even bigger mess in the kitchen, youâre wasting ingredients but it hardly matters as you chase each other around. You eventually have her pinned against the wall, an egg cracked on her head before you hear a soft and confused voice.
âMom?â
âWill!â Joyce pulled herself back as she tried to contain an embarrassed laugh. âIâm sorryâ I donât think the cupcakes are gonna be done,â she breaks into a giggle, âin time.â She soon clears her throat and calms down, trying to look more presentable. âWeâll just stop by the store, okay sweetie?â She asked with a soft smile
Will gives a faint smile and sighs, âsure, mom. No problem.â
As soon as he leaves she turns back to you. âIâm soââ she laughs as buries her face in her hands. âUgh Iâm so embarrassed. Iâm acting like a teenager again, I swear. Itâs your fault too.â She sits down at the counter and despite her words canât help the smile on her face.
âYou have to admit it was pretty fun though.â
âYeah, it was.â
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Hey! Can I get a ship request for the 100 and MCU? Thank you! Iâm a short female with long black hair and bangs, I have green eyes and wear glasses. Iâm pretty smart and quick witted but usually try and stay away from conflict. Iâm really into music and play the piano and violin. I have anxiety and Iâm terrified of being left alone in life. I like romantic comedies and canât watch horror (too scary). I want to see the best in everyone and am usually too trusting and nice to others. Thanks again!
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The 100
Jasper Jordon
You always thought of him as a hero, even long after everyone else forgot about his early marksmanship skills. He was surprised one day when you randomly brought it up out of the blue, and he thought it was actually really sweet that you did that.
After losing Maya heâs always desperate to make sure that youâre safe. He rarely needs your side and so you never have to be alone in the first place. He is done fighting and just wants a peaceful life where he can have fun and not worry about dying.
When youâre playing music he always pretends to know the song, and even though you know heâs lying most the time you let him keep up the charade cause you think itâs cute.
You give him a good reason to keep wanting him to live. You remind him that humanity is good and itâs your faith in humanity that gives him the strength to have hope in a better tomorrow.
The two of you started off as friends, especially since both of you were some of the most normal of the 100. He always thought you were cute but figured he never stood a chance.
You never go to mount weather and can never imagine what he must have been through. You realize how much youâre in love with him the moment you realize he might be in danger. He comes back changed and distant but youâre the person who sticks by him when heâs dealing with what happened. And eventually, he realizes he canât live without you.
"Guess who?â
Hands covered your eyes suddenly, a familiar warmth and softness to them. You already knew who it was before you even had to guess. You knew his voice like the back of your hand. But what was the fun in guessing right? A soft smile formed. âMonty,â You laugh breathlessly.
His hands spun you around and forced you to finally face him. âGuess again.â He wore this goofy looking grin that lit up the rest of his face. You both knew better, there was this strong mutual understanding between the two you.
âYouâre back from Mount Weather early?â It was a small trip to get supplies but you hadnât expected to see him until much later in the day, although given his resistance to following orders this shouldnât have surprised you much.
âWell thatâs because I got you something, so I skipped the whole waiting thing and came here instead.â
You raised an eyebrow, slightly suspicious but obviously interested in what he had to show you. You couldnât help the smile that stayed. This dork really never knew when to quit, did he? Not that you minded it much. âOkay, well what did you get me then?â You werenât sure what he could possibly have found that made him rush back so swiftly to give it. And something that made him so certain you would want it.
âNot even a thank you,â Jasper teased, slightly amused as he pulled out a book form his bang and handed it over to you. âItâs not exactly new or anything but itâs certainly not something we had on the ark.â
It was a romance novel, Pride and Prejudice. One you had read about in several other novels and movies and one you had always wanted the chance to read but never were able to. âJasper--â You were at a loss for words as you felt tears brim your eyes.
âDid I do something wrong?â He got worried as he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. âI was so sure about it too. I can go back and find something else--â
âNo, Jasper. Itâs perfect.â
Marvel Cinematic Universe
Natasha Romanoff
She was always afraid of how youâd view her when you find out who she is and what sheâs done. But you see the best in her and itâs more than she could have ever imagined.
Part of the season she was so dead set on being the hero was because she wanted you to be proud of her. She also wanted to make a world
Natasha goes to every musical performance of yours. She knows the notes by heat and even plays piano with you on occasion. You know she spends time learning all your music and you think itâs adorable, especially since sheâs never fess up.
Sheâs never been a bigger horror fan than after she met you. She told you they were her favorite but the truth is that she wanted a reason for you to cuddle into her. You always compromise by making her watch a romcom because she claims to hate them. Little did you expect her to cry to each one with you.
If anybody were to lay a hand on you sheâd lose it. Youâre the most precious thing sheâs ever had and sheâs so terrified that someone will take you away from her. It also means sheâs new to the whole romance thing and is always a little stunned by how sweet and genuine you are.
After civil war she steps out of the spotlight and lives a really cute domestic life with you for years. You know she misses getting to feel like a hero and that sheâs making a difference but youâre so glad she isnât in danger anymore. You never quite got used to her coming home bloody and bruised after battle and this is a nice change of pace.
Your body hits the cool mat that only barely cushions your fall. It sinking into the mat as you begin to breath heavily. You werenât sure how much of a fight you had left in you. âAgain.â Natashaâs command is so strong and simple. But this felt like anything but a simple exchange. Every time you got back up she managed to knock you down again, and while you knew she was just looking out for you. âYouâre going to get yourself killed, get up!â She has a tough love teaching method.
âWhen I asked you to teach me some self defense this isnât exactly what I had in mind you know.â Your hand grasps herâs as you pull yourself back up and onto your feet. âI thought it would be, I donât know, sexier?â You find yourself blushing as you say it, as if admitting your feelings about the topic were embarrassing. And it kind of was. But this was by far the first time that you came up with an idea you thought would be romantic and she takes itâ well, a little too literal.
Natashaâs face instantly softens and her shoulders fall. âIs it too much?â She sounded unsure of herself, a rare site. But not too uncommon around you, it was always clear that she was new to tenderness and care. It never bothered you though, her upbringing meant that everything you always took for granted she never got: hugs, warmth, romance. Everything you did with Nat was brand new to her.
âNo.â
You smile, trying to reassure her. Something in you meant that you couldnât confirm her fears. âYou just, care about me.â Your fingers brush the lossened strands of your hair back behind your ears. âAgain, right?â You take a moment to catch your breath by taking another deep one. Your fists are brought up in a defensive position as you ready yourself.
Even if this isnât exactly what you had wanted it wasnât bad. And the relief on Natashaâs face made the descion instantly worth it. She ran through the movement again, her hand landing on your shoulder. You went through the motions, remembering what she taught you. Step 1, step 2, step 3. Youâre slow but she tolerates that up until the second she goes off script. She spins you around and forces you onto the floor.
âIsnât this what you wanted?â
Her face is an inch from yours and her body has you tightly pinned to the ground. Youâre caught by surprise and your mouth is left hanging open for a moment. Youâre thrown off by the intimacy of it all and your face is turned red. You never do get to quite catch up to things before she kisses you, itâs soft with a hint of desperation but only lasts for a moment before she pulls back.
âYeah, a little bit.â
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hey this isn't actually a question but just wanted to say that YOU ARE AWESOME!!! your ships are amazing and beautifully written and i love your blog. the hp ship you wrote for me literally made my day; keep doing you! (i also hope you are getting some sleep because the rate you are posting at is pretty terrifying- but awesome nonetheless)
Anyways, thank you for literally being so sweet. Stuff like this genuinely makes me wanna cry. Youâre an absolute sweet heart and I hope you have a great week! đđđ
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hey! would you mind making me a male hp ship? i'm 5'7", female, a gemini, and an INTJ. i have long/wavy golden brown hair, dark brown eyes, and medium beige skin w/freckles. i am a pretty confident person and consider myself to be very intelligent. i excel in academics and have a certain aptitude for sciences, although i am also a very skilled writer. i am a slytherclaw (although my main is slytherin), and if i attended hogwarts i have a suspicion my fav class would most likely be herbology. thx
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Harry Potter Series
Draco Malfoy
Youâre actually family friends, so you knew of Draco Malfoy well before the two of you were in the same house together. He assumed when you both ended up being Slytherins that you would start hanging out but at the time you thought he was immature and annoying. You were far more focused on making your family proud and rising to the top of your class
The both of you are prefects during your fifth year together. This is actually when the two of you start to get close to each other. You realize he isnât just a carbon copy of his parents, even before he realizes it. You see potential. Before then you thought he was arrogant and cocky, and you wanted a more prestigious reputation. Heâs immediately into you, although he doesnât show it. Youâre confident with a desire to be more than your family.
You have a love-hate relationship for a while. The two of you get into heated arguments and he realizes itâs really attractive how well you hold your own. Also youâre way smarter than him so that never hurt. Despite being always at odds with him thereâs a mutual understanding that evolves into friendship and eventually love. A lot of people comment when you guys get together with things like âfinally!â and âI knew itâ.
Draco really likes your frecklesâ your whole face actually. Itâs such a contrast to your personality. Because you look so warm and soft but when you speak itâs cutting and confident. Itâs quiet the beautiful juxtaposition. Also he loves your handwriting, he often asks to borrow your notes to get to look at it some more under the guise that heâs trying to do some homework.
Youâre actually the best person at potions the whole has seen in a long time. Your herbalism skills and passion for it are off the charts and so you already knew how to handle the plants, what they do, and their side effects way better than anybody else. And since youâre already naturally talented at science, it only makes your potion skills just that more intense.
You help Draco become better than his parents. Just as you wanted to be better than yours. Thereâs a huge theme between the two of you of wanting to do better than your past and avoid making the same mistakes as your parents. When he sides with his at first, it breaks your heart although a part of you already knew he was so wrapped up in it. Seeing you on the other side of the battle field is partly why switching to the other side felt so right.
âWhat have you done?â
You stand, crossed armed in the Slytherin common room. Draco is laughing and looking back at Crabbe and Goyle as the three enter the dungeon at 3 in the morning. They stop when they see you and Draco wears a cocky smirk on his face. âWhat are you doing up so late? Shouldnât you be busy sleeping like a goody-two-shoes?â
âJust because youâre a prefect wonât mean I wonât turn you in,â you warn. You knew he had been up to something. Nothing good happens past midnight and the look on their faces told you enough. Whatever they were up to wasnât good. Cute as Draco wasâ not that youâd admit it, if he was caught that would mean the house would lose points. You being prefect meant that itâs reputation lay on your shoulders and you bore a responsibility to the rest of the house to maintain that.
âOh come on, are you telling me thereâs no honor amongst us? Whatever happened to the prefect being a team thing?â Crabbe and Goyle walked past him, throwing Draco a knowing stare as the two left to their dorm. Instead of following them he took a step closer to you. He was testing you.
Your lip twitches in disgusted curl for a brief moment before you allow yourself to relax. âListen, if you arenât going to bother to care about your own reputation, at least learn to care about the house. What happens to you affects me too.â
âOh are you starting to care about me?â
You took a step back to create more distance. You had been up late working on a paper. It was due in a while but after waking up from a nightmare you needed to do something to cool off and relax, and since writing came so natural to you, you decided on that. Althoughâ what was happening now was certainly not relaxing. âJust because the rest of the girls do doesnât mean I do. You need to get over yourselfâ just get to bed.â
You decided you were done with him. You were thrown off by the intimacy of being so close. You hated it, perhaps a bit more than you thought you hated him. You swallowed hard and forced yourself to look away for a moment as you then cleared your throat. âJust donât get caught. Snape isnât going to be as nice as me, you know he gets off to punishing us.â
âMaybe itâs you who gets off on punishing me,â Draco teases as he backs you into the wall. âYouâre all bark in no bite Iâm starting to suspect you just like talking to me but you donât know how.â He licks his bottom lip and stares down at you for a moment. Your face heats up and your left stunned. A small part of you knows itâs true.
He laughs and pushes himself off the wall and away from you. Your body eases slightly. âI knew it.â Draco looks so cocky about it too and the thought makes you angry. âYou do like me, just admit it and save yourself the trouble.â
Youâre defensive and scared, mostly because you think he may have a point and you canât bare the idea of letting him know that. So what if he was right? What does he gain? Personal satisfaction? The thought made your stomach churn. The idea that your emotions would be wasted on his ego. âYou donât know anything about me, Malfoy. God, youâre so full of yourselfââ
âItâs okay, cause I like you too.â
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