Right Here

A/N: This wasn’t requested but the idea was hunting me during all this week and I decided to give it a try. Hope you guys like it! ❤️

Gif belongs to:@honestsycrets

Pairing: Ivar x Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: None but some angsty thoughts.

Words:1.227.

You were smoking not thinking about anything when you saw that black jaguar stopping at your door. You knew it was him before he even left the car, even so you were curious. What he was doing?

You watched Ivar leaving the car in all his glory. Black leather jacket, red shirt e black jeans that made he look so sinfully handsome.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a small smile.

“Hello,” you said leaving your cigarette forgotten aside.

“Can you say to Megan that I’d like to talk with her?” he said.

Okay, you should have known better. Obviously Ivar wasn’t there for you, but for your sister, Megan. He didn’t need to say but it was kind obvious he was head over heels for her, probably just like you were for him.

“She just left with Matthew. On a date,” you added like if it was nothing.

“Matthew… A date? Wow. I guess I’m kinda late,” he smiled but different than the other times, his smile didn’t reach his eyes. Good, he was angry.

“I’ll tell her you came here and-”

“There’s no need, it’s okay,” he said. 

“Wouldn’t you like to come inside?” you said like it was no big deal. To prove your point a loud thunder echoed through the sky.

“I guess I don’t have another option,” he said shyly.

“Do you need anything? I have beer here,” you said once he was seated in your couch.

“No I-i… Yeah, I’d like it. Please,” he added.

Once you seated with him, handing him a beer you looked attentively at him. He was ridiculously handsome. Everything about him drove you insane. His gorgeous features, the icy blue eyes you’d die for, his smell, the most minimum detail made your heart skip a beat.

“Staring is rude,” he laughed before taking a long sip of the beer.

“I wasn’t… Sorry,” you laughed. You’d have to be more discreet otherwise he would notice the way you looked at him.

“So did you come to confess your feelings for the sweet Megan?” you said dramatically earning a laugh from him.

“Is that obvious?” he asked.

“It’s written all over your face. C'mon, you have heart eyes for her,” you said like it was obvious.

“No, I don’t… Okay, maybe I look at her a bit different,” he admitted.

“A bit?”

“Okay, I fell for her. Satisfied?” he said.

“A bit,” you answered with a small smile.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked curiously.

“It’s nothing… I mean I should be used to this,” you continued.

“To what?" 

"Megan always… Had guys like you head over heels for her and she plays with them, with their feelings. I don’t want this for you,” you said.

Part of you was angry to talk about your sister like this, but it wasn’t a lie. Megan was a femme fatale. That included some heartbreaking in the process. It was what she was. A goddamn powerful woman who knew the power she had in hands and put to good use.

The other part? Wanted to be more like her. To be sensual, to attract all the eyes when you enter a room, to break some hearts as well. But you and your sister were like wine and water, didn’t work very well together. 

You were clumsy, most of times could be friends with the guy who was interested in you. You were the nerd sister and Megan, the cheerleader, the prom queen. 

“Why are you telling me that? What do you want for me, Y/N?” Ivar asked after a long time.

“I think you deserve the true,” you said trying to ignore the goosebumps erupting in your skin hearing him calling your name.

“What do you want for me?” he insisted.

I want you to want me, your insides screamed.

“I want you to be happy with some girl that knows your value and that loves you,” and I want to be this girl, you added in your thoughts.

Ivar smiled to you, a true and beautiful smile. That made your knees weak. And then you realized. He knew it. He didn’t need to say anything, the way he looked at you said it all. He fucking knew it.

Much to your liking in a matter of two seconds and you were in a complete darkness.

“I swear to fucking fuck,” you said mostly to yourself.

“Better now?” he said once his phone’s flashlight was on.

“Thank you,” you said.

“So what were you saying?” Ivar said trying to bring back the subject.

“Forgot it, it’s your life, you give the shots not me,” you said.

“When were you going to tell me?” he asked softly.

“I wasn’t,” you said. You didn’t need to ask what the fuck he was talking about. 

“Hey, look at me,” he said. Long fingers reaching for you chin, making you face him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. You looked at those beautiful eyes, silently begging for whoever mysterious force to not lose his friendship. 

“It’s been awhile since I noticed, probably that held me. I didn’t talk to Megan sooner because I knew about you, and I didn’t want to hurt you. And probably I lost her because of this,” he said running his hands through his long brown hair.

“You didn’t need to held yourself. I wouldn’t be that hurt… I told you, I’m used to this,” you said. 

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“What for? To lose your friendship? To make you reject me? No, I was fine keeping those feelings for me. What could I possibly win, Ivar?" you were almost crying at that point.

"Me,” he said. He smiled and caressed your hair softly. “I don’t know what you think about yourself, but you’re beautiful, kind, smart… So irresistible, just like your sister. You two aren’t that different, y'know. But you, Y/N, there’s something else about you. Something that intrigues me. Something that makes me want to be closer and closer to you,” he continued.

At that point breathing was out of question, the air was stuck in your throat because as Ivar talked he leaned closer and closer to you. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, and even wonder how it would be to kiss him right now.

Probably he was thinking the same when he kissed you. Plump lips against yours softly but wanting more. When you felt his tongue caressing your bottom lip, asking for entrance you swore your soul left your body. Because there was no fucking way that this was happening.

But boy, it was. Hot tongue dancing alongside yours, a passionate kiss that he easily dominated. He had both hands on your waistline, gripping firmly, holding you in place. You, on the other way, had shaky hands on his neck, wanting that this moment didn’t end.

But it did. You two were breathless, forehead against one another, icy blue eyes blown with lust.

“Please say we can try,” he said softly.

“Yeah, we can,” you said smiling.

Ivar kissed your forehead and you hugged him. This would work, you knew. You two would be one of that couples that couldn’t be away from one another for such a long time, and honestly, you were so happy with the idea of having an angry puppy like him always close to you.

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