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The Second Valentines

Summary: based on one of my previous posts talking about how you and Sandor would spend valentines.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

A/N: I'm trying to get a feel for writing character x reader fic in third person

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Sandor gently placed the pink and white bouquet in the vase, making sure the length of each stem was at a perfect height. He looked at the candles next to the vase. They were honey scented with their wicks standing tall and pristine. They’re lit in the movies, he thought, but couldn’t bring himself to light them. He turned away and walked to the sink.

The thawed filets were bright red, and Sandor stuck his thumb in the center. The plastic bag and steak squished under his finger, indicating that it was no longer frozen and ready to be cooked. He promised to wait for her to arrive before cooking so that they could talk and drink wine while he prepared dinner. It was the second Valentine’s Day the they would be spending together, and he wanted it to be special. 

Sandor was usually alone on this romantic holiday. She had broken his lonesome streak last year, but they hadn’t been together long. Sandor settled on taking her to a restaurant, which was wonderful, but he couldn’t do it again. She had stayed with him this long, so she deserved more than that.

Sandor heard a knock over the soft music playing, and knew it was her before he opened the door. She was stunning. Sandor stared for a moment, the only words he could offer were a hello and you look beautiful. She smiled and stepped in, placing two bottles of red wine on the counter and a container of chocolate strawberries that she had brought.

The chemistry was instant. They chatted as Sandor prepared the steaks and she poured two hefty glasses of wine. Smoke went up as the steaks simmered in the pan, hissing when they were flipped. She offered to chop the salad while Sandor seared the steaks. He declined at first, insisting that she should sit and continue talking about her day, but she wasn’t really asking. Sandor added wine to the steaks, watching as it bubbled with  sharp chops interrupting the music periodically. 

Once the steaks were done, Sandor took two plates out of the cabinet, placing them gently on the counter. He insisted that she fix her plate first. She did, complimenting how savory the filets smelled. She went to take the seat across from Sandors; she felt that it was slowly becoming hers, but Sandor told her it was the third time she came over. They sat together in comfortable silence for just a moment. 

She picked up a candle, turning to the label to read its scent.

“I hope you don’t mind—” He started.

“I don’t,” She replied with a soft smile, setting the candle down to take his large hand in hers and rub circles on his knuckles. He smiled back.

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How they spend Valentine's Day

A/N: I’m a little late for Valentine’s Day but I thought this would be a fun prompt for some of my favorite GoT characters. Some of the characterization might be a bit off just for my preference but I hope y'all still enjoy :)

Jamie: Jamie is not a huge fan of  Valentine’s Day, but he sure knows what to do for it. Expensive roses, fancy chocolates, reservations at a three Michelin star restaurant, you have everything you could ever want on Valentine’s Day with Jamie. It was all for you, to show his love and devotion to you, but there was another reason he did it, not that he would ever tell you. He loved one-upping everyone else. The other men dining at the same restaurant with their girlfriends and wives were obviously able to get reservations, but were they able to get a matching set of gold earrings and a necklace for their love? He didn’t think so. What was more is that he knew that none of your exes had ever done anything like this for you on Valentine’s Day, or would’ve even if they had the money. Those thoughts, along with your smile and visible delight, went straight to his head. He was on a power trip and couldn’t wait to take you home. That’s where the real delight would be. 

Sandor: Sandor doesn’t really care for Valentine’s Day, but to do nothing would be a disservice to you. He’s never had someone to share Valentine’s Day with, so he’s accustomed to sitting at home and drinking by himself. He rarely went out because he didn’t want to see others coupled up around him, suffering dozens of love declarations, a handful of proposals, and twice as many stares. But being with you changed that. One your first Valentines together, Sandor asked you what you wanted and where you wanted to eat that night, and the both of you settled at a local Italian restaurant. Sandor brought a small bouquet of flowers, but nothing grand. The wine was nice and the night even better. The next Valentine's Day you spent together was better though. Sandor had still brought you flowers, but this time insisted on cooking for you. He made steaks, searing them to perfection, as soft music played in the background. The two of you laughed in the kitchen while he cooked and you chopped a salad, despite Sandor’s protests that he wanted to make everything. The two of you ate in the dining room, an unlit candle between you.

Tormund: To Tormund, Valentine’s Day is just another excuse to have sex. While other couples spent the day re-declaring their love and showering their partners in affection for the first time in a while, it was just another day with Tormund for you. He was constantly telling you how much he cared for you and regularly took you out and gave you gifts throughout the year, so Valentine’s day was like any other weekday but with roses. However, that’s not to say you wouldn’t celebrate. The two of you would go out for a nice dinner, something hearty with a baked potato for a side. In the car, chocolates would be waiting for you. Little did Tormund know, you also had chocolates for him, or rather chocolate syrup and a can of whipped cream. You told him about your little surprise in the car, smiling shyly and waiting for him to get the hint. Whether he feigned confusion or really didn’t understand, you don’t know, but you leaned over in your seat and whispered what the syrup was for and where it would go, eyeing his chest. It clicked for him instantly and you spent the rest of the concerningly short drive begging Tormund to obey traffic laws.

Jon: Valentine’s Day with Jon is special, but not in the way your friend’s think. While your friends are spending the evenings with their partners at a fancy dinner, the movies, or in the bed, you and Jon are makin moves. Your Valentine's Day plans are centered around your shared interests and goals. The two of you had been planning a big hike on a difficult but beautiful trail through the mountains together. It would be challenging, but facing a challenge with Jon was one you didn’t really mind. At the same time, the two of you had been wanting to learn how to throw pottery. Ok, you really wanted to and Jon was slowly roped into the idea, but now he was just as excited as you. He pictured hosting a small party of your friends, showing off the vases and bowls that you made together. The two of you probably wouldn’t decide which activity to do until the night before, but it wouldn’t matter which one you picked because either way it would be something you both enjoyed.

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Dating Tormund would include (modern)

A/N: I don't love this so I might change or add some things

Having a guard dog at all times. Tormund isn’t an inherently jealous man, but he is protective. He’s always looking out for you, whether you notice or not. He also has no problem getting into a fight with someone, especially a man, if he needs to. 

Decorating his house together. This comes after several months of dating. He’s not a materialistic person, so his house is pretty empty. He didn’t really see a problem with it until he came over for dinner and saw how you filled your home with things that you liked and that made you happy. Ever since, he insisted on doing things at your place rather than his. 

Long nights. Tormund stays over on the weekends, usually at your place since he likes it so much. Sometimes you plan on cooking dinner for each other or just watching a movie. You’re trying to hook him on one of your many shows, but by the end of the second episode of the night, he has other things on his mind. You two don’t usually go to bed until 2-3am, which is why you save your overnight visits for the weekend.

Wearing his clothes. It goes without saying that he’s larger than you, but the size difference makes his clothes that much more fun to wear. You mostly wear them at home or at his house, but you occasionally wear his jacket or sweater out. “I can’t help that they’re warmer than mine,” you tell him when he points out how funny you look as his sweatshirt swallows you. Even though he’s teasing, he still thinks it's hot.

Bar hopping together. Tormund can drink, to no one’s surprise. After a long week or to celebrate something, the two of you bar hop. The pair of you start at a local brewery, trying different craft beers (or a cocktail, if you’re not feeling beer that night), and then slowly work your way down to dirty dive bars with loud music.

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Coffee Date (Sandor Clegane Imagine)

Imagine going on a coffee date with Sandor. You ask him to join you at a local coffee shop on the square after you spent the morning at the farmers market. He usually only cares for a black coffee before work, but agrees because he wants to see you. It’s crowded in the restaurant and your bag of produce doesn’t help. Luckily, Sandor had gotten there before you and ordered coffee for the two of you. Yours wasn’t as sweet as you would’ve liked, but you’d never tell him that. When Sandor noticed that he had arrived first, he got in line to order but he felt so out of place. Part of it was his size. He towered over everyone else. The other part was how different the people there were. He was a blue collar worker with calloused hands and a flannel, most of the other men wore button downs or were what he would call ‘hippies.’ The last part was his scar. You often told him that he was too critical of himself and that no one else thought he looked different or out of place. He grabbed your coffees when his name was called and found an empty table by the window. As he waited, he fiddled with his cup. It was so small in his hands, further making him feel like he was out of place. When you got there, setting your bag at your feet, all his thoughts melted away and he focused on you, listening to what you bought at the market, the dogs you saw, and how excited you were for your dinner plans tomorrow night.

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Drinks & Dates

Summary: Using the prompts “Can you come get me?” and “You’re not really dating him” 

You’ve recently broken up with your boyfriend but he doesn’t get the message. Maybe fake dating his coworker will finally make him realize that you're really over? That is, if your friend doesn’t get to him first. 

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x reader

Genre: Modern AU

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none 

A/N: Meryn is not the creep he is in the books/show but he is what he’s always been: a loser

Part 1

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“You can’t keep doing this,” you sighed. You would’ve yelled if you weren’t so tired. This was what, the third or fourth time he’d done this?

“You said you were done with your dinner plans with your friend at 8:30,” Your ex Meryn said. “You also said we could hangout.”

You shook your head as you went to put on your shoes and grab a jacket. It was 8:25.

“No. I said I was leaving at 8:30 because I had plans for dinner with a friend,” Before he could argue, you added, “Reread my text.”

He did and “my bad” was all he could think to say.

You were exasperated. Did he really not see an issue with showing up at your apartment? You had told him that they could hang out anytime today but that you had plans at 8:30. 

“You have to leave,” You demanded

“What friend is it?”

“Does it matter?”

Before you could reply, there was a knock on the door. You rolled your eyes and went to get it. On the other side of the door was Rosa, your close friend. She wore a short, tight dress that made your halter top and very short shorts look conservative.

“Who is it?” Meryn asked.

Rosa walked in, saw your ex on the couch, and shook her head at you.

“I don’t want to hear it,” You said, knowing you’d both talk about it in the Uber. “I have to pee and then we can go.”

“Okay, I’ll order the Uber,” Rosa said as she began to make small talk with Meryn. When you walked out, finally ready to leave, Meryn tested your patience again.

“Do you want me to leave?”

What kind of question was that? Sensing your train of thought, he continued speaking.

“I’ve stayed here before. Even when you go out for girls' night.”

“No!” You half-yelled. The nerves on this man. “I have to set the alarm and you need to go.”

Meryn awkwardly shuffled to the door, trying to offer you a hug but the look on your face dissuaded him. Once he made his way to his car, you and Rosa stepped out of the apartment and you set the alarm. 

“Why was Meryn here?” Rosa asked on their walk to the Uber. 

Shaking your head and stepping in, you replied, “Where do I start?”

“Is this not the first time?”

“No, and I don’t know why-”

“What’s the code?” The Uber driver interrupted. He was an older man, in his early forties, if you had to guess.

“2358,” Rosa said with a smile. The man smiled back at her as the directions pulled up.

“You two are headed to Herry’s?” He asked rhetorically and Rosa smiled again, “It’s busy on a Saturday.”

“That’s why we’re going. We love the music and the dancing.”

“Hoping to have a good time?”

“Always,” She giggled a little. Her bubbly and flirtatious personality made it easy for her to talk to people, especially men. “Do you know of any other good spots to hit on a Saturday night?”

“Probably not places for young women to dance,” he admitted, looking over their outfits in the rearview mirror, “But if you get tired of the people and the crowds, you should head to Jeff’s. It’s got a live band and cheap beer and it’s a great place to wind down and end the night.”

“Really?”

“Yep. The crowd there is a bit older and a tad quieter, but as long as you don’t go in there making a scene, you should be fine.”

“Thank you,” Rosa said as the driver pulled to the curb in front of Herry’s. She leaned up before getting out and using an innocent tone added, “And just so you know, I never make a scene.”

You waited for your friend to stop flirting with the driver, eager to complain about Meryn and get a much-needed drink. 

The first thing you did while inside was make your way to the bar across the massive room. It was crowded, so Rosa grabbed your hand so as to not be separated in the sea of people. The music poured from the speakers and people were dancing in the center of the room. The two of you couldn’t wait to join. Ordering four shots, two for each of you, Rosa asked, “So what’s with you and Meryn?”

You took your first shot, “I honestly don’t know anymore.”

“I thought the two of you broke up. I thought you dumped him.”

“I did!” You said defensively.

“Then why was he at your apartment?” Rosa’s eyes widened, “Are you two hooking up?”

“What? No! I dumped him two weeks ago, and he keeps wanting to hang out and do things together. I don’t think he’s accepted that we’re over.”

Rosa nodded. The relationship had been over for you for a while and she knew it. You had talked to Rosa several times about dumping Meryn before. He never put in the effort you did, never texted first, and never cared about going to the farmers market with you, or on dates, or celebrating Valentines Day. The list got longer the longer you dated. But whenever you brought up the issues or told him that you would leave if things didn’t get better, he always made excuses and promised to get his act together. He never did.

This time was different though. You had the suspicion that Meryn was cheating on you. When you told Rosa, your friend suggested confronting him or catching him in the act, either by catfishing him or finding the other woman. You declined, finally deciding to end the relationship once and for all. 

“How did he take it when you told him?” Rosa asked, having been out of town for the past month.

“I thought he was mature about it. He didn’t really say anything, but he asked if we could still be friends.” “And you said yes?” You couldn’t tell if Rosa’s tone was curious or scolding.

“Well yeah, I figured we could still be friends.” You said in your defense, “But I thought that we’d hang out with some of our mutual friends or maybe catch up over pizza or something. I didn’t think he’d keep showing up to my apartment.”

“You should’ve told him no and gone no contact.”

“I see that now,” You said, taking your second shot and Rosa did the same.

“So why did he come over tonight? Didn’t you tell him that we had plans?”

“Of course I did. I told him I had plans with a friend at 8:30. I thought we might do something sooner— away from my apartment— but he never responded and then showed up ten minutes before you did.”

Rosa shook her head at your acceptance that Meryn could show up at your door rather than tell him off, but she chose to focus on something else.

“Did you say you were out with a friend or me?”

“Does it matter?”

Rosa gave you a look.

“I said a friend, but you are my friend.”

“Maybe,” Rosa smiled and ordered another round of shots to keep you waiting for her next words, “Meryn thought you were going on a date.”

“What?” you scoffed, not really believing that Meryn would believe that. 

“Think about it, you you broke up two weeks go—”

“Two weeks isn’t a long time,”

“But you told him that you had lost feelings a while ago, didn’t you? Beides, he knows you’re a beautiful woman and how many arguments have the two of you gotten into because another man was flirting with you?”

You couldn’t find the words you wanted to respond with and Rosa continued.

“It makes perfect sense that Meryn thought you were on a date, got jealous, and wanted to break it up before it got started.”

You wanted to disagree but couldn’t. Meryn would do something like that. The conversation ended officially when the shots were set out. you and Rosa threw them back quickly.

“Shall we?” Rosa asked, stepping away from the bar and looking over her shoulder. you grinned and followed her to the dance floor.

The two of you danced for hours, but it felt like minutes. At one point, another pair of women joined you and they all danced together. When they left, two men replaced them, but they got too handsy, so you and Rosa left. It was about time anyway, nearing 1:00AM. 

“I’m starving,” Rosa said. You agreed. 

“Waffle House?” You asked. It was you and Rosa’s regular spot after a night out.

Rosa pursued her lips, considering a late night breakfast, but decided against it.

“Let’s go to Jeff’s,” She suggested, “I want to see what makes it so great.”

You nodded in agreement. Fries sounded much better than a waffle right now.

Rosa pulled up the directions on her almost dead phone. The bar was only a ten minute walk from the club, but with how much the two of you had been drinking, it would probably be a twenty minute stumble. Hand in hand, you and Rosa made your way to the Jeff’s.

The driver was right, the crowd was different from the one at the club. The club was full of young adults, mostly college students or recently graduated, like you and Rosa. Most of the people at Jeff’s were older, people anywhere from late twenties to late fifties. In your tight outfits, you and Rosa stood out. Luckily no one paid much attention to the two of you. They were more interested in chatting with each other and listening to the band, which was much quieter than the pounding music at the club.

Finding a table, the two of you picked up a menu. It was typical bar food, burgers, wings, mozzarella sticks. A Waitress swooped by to take an order.

“Hi, I’m Addy,” She introduced herself. “Just so you know, the kitchen closes in about ten minutes and the last call is at 1:45. What can I get you?”

“Can I get some fries and an order of mozzarella sticks, please?” you asked, “And two waters?”

“Of course,” Addy smiled, and you returned it, hoping you didn’t appear too drunk. The cool night air and walking had sobered you up some, but unfortunately, it did not do the same for Rosa.

The waters and food came out in minutes, or at least if felt like minutes but you really couldn’t tell. You looked around people watching, absent-mindedly eating fries and half of one of Rosa’s cheese sticks. She was busy swiping through men on tinder, and you didn’t have the energy to talk right now. Your eyes settled on a man at the bar. He was tall, with a full beard and long, dark hair. Only part of his face was visible. Rosa chose this moment to speak.

“See something you like?” She teased.

“Can you keep your voice down?” You replied, glancing around to see if anyone had heard. Rosa tended to be loud and got louder when she drank. She didn’t mind, but you did. Most of these people were probably regulars and knew each other.

Rosa leaned in and half-whispered, “See someone you like?”

“I think I know him,” You replied, trying not to stare and failing, “He looks so familiar.”

“Why don’t you go talk to him?”

“I don’t want to flirt with him.” That wasn’t completely true, but you would’ve liked to be more sober to talk to a man. Maybe if you’d come earlier in the night, you would’ve been up for it.

Rosa surveyed him through squinted eyes. He was sitting at the bar, but there was no doubt he’d tower over everyone there if he stood up. He had a nice beard, which she knew you’d love. And he was muscular. So much so, she told herself that if you didn’t make a move, she would. 

“I think you should flirt with him. He’d be more than a step above Meryn.” She was right. Meryn was a bit pudgy and a lot shorter.You wanted the conversation about the man at the bar to end. You loved Rosa, but you were also comfortable at where the night was ending.

Rosa hiccuped and swallowed, one of her tell-tale signs that she’ll throw up soon. You flagged down Addy for the check. You still had fries to eat, but you could grab something from the fridge at home. 

“Here you go,” Addy said as she tore the small paper off her notepad, “You pay at the bar,” she smiled and walked away.

Rosa snatched the yellow paper from your hands, “I’ll give this back, if you promise to talk to that hot ass man sitting next to the register.”

You hadn’t noticed where he was sitting, but if Rosa got up to try to pay, she’d probably spill her mozzarella sticks. You went  to take the ticket from her hand.

“Say you will. Or I’ll go talk to him.”

As much as you cared for Rosa, you hated when she got like this, threatening to take a man if you didn’t. And she made good on her threats.

“Fine,” You finally took the ticket, “I’ll talk to him. You call an Uber while I pay.”

You got up from the table and made your way to the register. You waited for someone to meet you and take your card. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the tall man nursing his last beer. It was dark, probably Guinness. You could feel Rosa’s eyes on you, and you wish you could find someone attractive or have a crush without being forced to act on it. 

“Can I help you?” The man asked, taking you by surprise. He didn't turn his head to talk to you, but he spoke with an accent your half-drunk brain couldn’t comprehend.

“Oh, no, not unless you work here,” You joked.

“Well then why do you keep looking at me?” He asked rudely. You couldn’t tell if he really wanted an answer. You paused for what seemed like a moment too long.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” You said half-truthfully. “I just feel like I’ve seen you before.”

“You’d remember if you’d seen me.” The words would’ve sounded cocky if it wasn’t for his somber tone. 

Before you could say anything, a small man appeared from a set of doors and held out his hand for your ticket. You handed it to him.

“I hope Sandor isn’t giving you a hard time,” He said, smiling at you. His nametag read “Terry.”

The man, Sandor, scoffed, earning another smile from Terry. You shook your head and someone yelled for Terry in the kitchen. As you took the receipt, scribbling the tip and your signature, you remembered where you had seen Sandor before.

As he took a swig of his beer, you asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be Sandor Clegane, would you?”

“How many more Sandors are there?” Okay, you knew that definitely was rhetorical.

“I’m sorry,” You found yourself apologizing, “I just realized where I knew you from. You work with my ex boyfriend, Meryn.”

“Meryn,” He repeated. Was that disgust in his voice? “Meryn Trant?”

He turned to face you when he repeated Meryn’s name, and you could see why he told you that you’d remember seeing him. A majority of the other side of his face was covered in a burn scar. You focused on his nice beard instead.

“Unfortunately.”

You gently set the bar’s copy of the receipt and the pen down on the counter. You hoped Sandor would say something else, but Rosa hugged you from behind. She noticed Sandor looking at you and stuck out her hand.

“I’m Rosa,” She said with a big smile. Sandor turned away with huff and eye roll, eliminating any chance of furthering the conversation.

She suppressed a smile as she gave you a who-does-this-guy-think-he-is look.You forced a smile in return. You grabbed her by the arm and gently pulled her away. The Uber was probably there.

You took a few steps before looking over your shoulder, “It was nice to officially meet you, Sandor.”

He looked over his shoulder as well, nodding. Outside, you poured Rosa into the Uber.

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A Short Hike (Bjorn x Reader)

Author’s Note: I haven’t posted in a hot minute, so I thought I’d write a short fic. I’m not sure how I feel about this one; I might go back and rewrite it later.

Pairing: Modern Bjorn x reader

Summary: based on my previous post “Bjorn decides to take you hiking on one of his favorite trails. It’s a long walk, but he knows you’ll love the view at the top. You’re sure to pack snacks and a water bottle and put on a good pair of walking shoes. By the time you’re finished, he’s in the car waiting for you.”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 661

Warnings: none

“Please,” Bjorn asks. 

You pause what you’re doing and turn to him. Still sitting at the table, he gives you a sweet smile. That smile combined with the fact that he was also shirtless made him nearly impossible to resist.

“It’ll be fun…” Bjorn continued. He could tell that he was close to winning you over. And it only took most of breakfast.

You sighed, “How long is the trail?”

“Only about three miles.”

You thought for a moment before deciding,“Fine, I’ll go.”

Bjorn grinned, “You’re going to love the view at the top.”

He got up from the table and kissed your forehead. Bjorn had been begging you to go hiking for the past two weeks, but you hadn’t really been in the mood. It’s not that you didn’t like hiking necessarily; Bjorn just preferred what you referred to as “challenge trails”— trails that were not only very long but also for experienced hikers. If you had to guess, the “three miles” Bjorn mentioned would only be the walk there, and the walk back would be another three. 

Bjorn heads back to your shared bedroom to change, eager to get going. Today was the perfect day to hike: the sun was shining and the temperature was perfect. But as much as you like seeing your fiancé in a tight dri-fit shirt, it was only nine o’clock.

“I’m not getting ready until I get another cup of coffee,” You called to Bjorn and pressed the power button of the coffee maker. He shouted enthusiastic “okay” back, and you smiled to yourself. It might be early, but you loved seeing him excited. 

After your second cup of coffee, you begin to get ready for your little adventure. You start by changing, then move onto your normal bathroom routine. When you’re finished with that, you grab your backpack from the closet. 

Back in the kitchen, Bjorn’s washing the dishes from the breakfast, and you make your way to the pantry.

“How are you still hungry?” Bjorn teased and gestured to a container of food on the counter, “I thought I made plenty of pancakes.”

“I’m not, but you don’t want to starve in the mountains, do you?” You take the bread and peanut butter and move to the counter.

Bjorn dries his hands and gets out the apple jelly, his favorite: “Is there anything else we need?”

“I don’t think so, but can you double check that the first aid kit is in the car? Just in case.”

Bjorn chuckled, “Just in case you fall again?”

“Ha-ha-ha you’re so funny,” You say as he goes out to check the car. Last time you two went hiking, you hadn’t just fallen down, you completely wiped out, and Bjorn won’t let you forget it. He hadn’t laughed at you in the moment, but as soon as you were home safe, he wouldn’t stop bringing it up. You pretended to be annoyed but secretly, you also found it funny. 

You finished making sandwiches and packed some pretzels as a side. You waited for Bjorn to come back inside, but you began to get impatient. Surely, it wasn’t that hard to find a first aid kit. You walked out to the car and saw Bjorn in the driver's seat. He had already cranked the car.

Rolling your eyes, you climb into the passenger seat.

“I’ve been waiting on you. I didn’t know it took that long to make a PB&J.”

“In my defense, I was waiting on you. I wanted to know if you wanted pretzels or barbie-que chips for a snack.”

“Chips sound great.”

“Too bad, you didn’t come in, so you got pretzels,” You teased, “Did you get the first aid kit?”

“Yes, and filled up our water bottles,” Bjorn said while shifting gears.

He was grinning, and you couldn’t help but smile too. Maybe the six mile hike wouldn’t be so bad.

“I promise, Y/N, you’re going to love this.”

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Masterlist

Game of Thrones

Multiple Characters:

How they spend Valentine’s Day

Sandor Celgane:

Drinks & Dates

Coffee Date Imagine

Tormund Giantsbane:

Modern Dating HC

Heroes of Olympus/Percy Jackson

Jason Grace:

Dating Jason

How you met (Greek)

Jason in High School 

Mornings With Jason

Vikings

Ivar:

A Date Night In

Imagine

Modern Ivar HC

Dating Ivar

Bjorn:

Imagine

A Short Hike

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A Date Night In (Ivar x Reader)

Author’s Note: Hey, this my first fanfic; I’m open to suggestions and critiques, but please be nice as I’m still learning. I hope you enjoy :)

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Reader

Summary: based on my previous post “It’s raining outside, so you and Ivar decide to cancel your plans and stay in. It’s cool outside, so there’s lots of hot chocolate, blankets, and snacks. The two of you settle on the couch together to watch a movie, both of you snuggled up together.”

Word Count: 813

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

You woke up to an empty bed. You should be used to it by now. No matter how late your boyfriend stays up, he always wakes up before you. 

As you stretched and made your way to the bathroom, you could hear the shower running. You politely knocked on the door, and were welcomed with a “come in.” Steam poured out of the bathroom as soon as the door opened. You begin brushing your teeth when your boyfriend poked his head out from behind the curtain.

“Someone had a good night’s sleep,” Ivar teased. His blue eyes had bags under them, and his hair still had shampoo in it.

“You’re one to talk; you look like you haven’t slept in days,” You retort. 

Ivar rolled his eyes and stuck his head back under the water, “Have you checked the time?”

You hadn’t. By the light shining through the bedroom window, you guessed you’d woken up around eight. You picked up Ivar’s phone and read the time: it was already past ten! You gasped.

“Something wrong, baby girl?” Ivar asked. At the same time, you heard the water turn off.

“We're going to miss our lunch reservation!”

Ivar grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before stepping out of the shower (as if you hadn’t seen him naked before). You noticed the soft hiss he let out when he stepped out of the shower.

“Have you checked the weather?” He asked.

“No. I just got up and came in here to brush my teeth and put makeup on,” You said.

You walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Out of the window, you could see the grey sky. It was raining just hard enough to splatter droplets onto the glass. You lightly pressed your fingers to the glass and, sure enough, it was cold to the touch.

Great, you thought, First the time and now the weather.

The weather had been beautiful all week, and the two of you had been planning this outing for nearly two weeks! You wanted to walk around the town square and maybe do some shopping, and Ivar wanted to go to the bookstore. On top of that, Ivar had planned to end the day by taking you to a new restaurant across town— where he had reserved seating outside.

Ivar entered the kitchen wearing a clean pair of sweatpants and nothing else.  He could see the disappointment on your face even before joining you by the window. If he was being honest, he was disappointed (and a bit irritated) too. Your date had been the only thing keeping him sane at work.

“Hey, it’s okay,” He said softly, “We can always just stay home.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, “I know how much you wanted some new books.”

“I’m sure. Besides, my legs… aren’t feeling great.”

You knew that whenever Ivar mentioned his legs, he felt insecure, which was why he tried to downplay the pain. It was probably the temperature that affected them; it was cold in the kitchen, nevermind outside. That’s probably why he took a shower so early if you had to guess. You decided to change the subject.

“Well, I have been wanting to rewatch the Thor movies,” You said, a little optimism creeping into your voice. 

Ivar kissed your forehead, “If that’s what you want to do.”

You grinned. Ivar loved Marvel movies, especially the ones with Thor in them. 

“I’ll get the popcorn,” He said, limping past you to the pantry.

“No, I’ll get the popcorn. You go sit down and get the first movie pulled up.”

Ivar nodded. You didn’t want him walking anymore than he had to, especially since his legs were hurting. While waiting for the popcorn, you watched Ivar. He was unfolding the blankets, spreading them out, and adjusting pillows. You shook your head and smiled. Even doing mundane tasks, he looked serious. He must have either felt your eyes on him or heard your giggles form the kitchen because he turned around.

“What?” Ivar asked, a small smile starting to grow on his lips.

“Nothing.”

“You’re laughing at something.”

“It’s nothing,” You lied, “Do you want some hot chocolate?’

“Yes, please.”

You walked into the small living room, a bowl of popcorn in one hand, and two mugs of hot chocolate in the other. As you carefully set the cups on the coffee table, Ivar took the bowl of popcorn from your other hand. Setting that in his lap, he pulled you gently to him, pressing your body to his.

Ivar grabbed the remote and pressed play while you adjusted the blanket. He waited for you to get comfortable, then put his arm around you. You laid your head on his shoulder.

“This might be better than going out,” You admit, enjoying the way your body fit perfectly into his.

“Definitely,” He agreed.

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Imagine... (Bjorn x Reader)

Bjorn decides to take you hiking on one of his favorite trails. It’s a long walk, but he knows you’ll love the view at the top. You’re sure to pack snacks and a water bottle and put on a good pair of walking shoes. By the time you’re finished, he’s in the car waiting for you.

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Imagine... (Ivar x Reader)

It’s raining outside, so you and Ivar decide to cancel your plans and stay in. It’s cool outside, so there’s lots of hot chocolate, blankets, and snacks. The two of you settle on the couch together to watch a movie, both of you snuggled up together.

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How you met Jason (if you’re Greek):

You two met while he was at Camp half-Blood. He hadn’t been there long and was about to leave on a quest to find Hera when he bumped into you walking out of the arena.

You both apologized and laughed it off. Then, he introduced himself and asked for your name. You gave it to him while he nodded. 

You were about to walk away when Jason began talking about the upcoming quest and how crazy the situation was in an attempt to make a conversation. You had agreed and admitted you were curious about it too. However, the conversation pretty much died after that.

Not wanting to create an awkward silence, you excused yourself, saying you had plans with some of your half-siblings. Jason nodded again, but, before you walked away completely, he asked where the weapons shed was. He quickly explained that he didn’t have many friends at CBH yet, and didn't know where anything was yet. 

You smiled and pointed him in the right direction and offered to show him around later and answer any questions about CBH. Jason thanked you, and the two of you went your separate ways.

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Ivar & Art HC

Ivar took an art class every semester in high school and even took a few in college. He’s pretty good at it, and it’s a good way to take his mind off things. Not to mention, the art teachers loved him. Not only could Ivar draw, but he could also paint, do pottery, and woodburn. But if he wasn’t sketching, he was sculpting. He’s won at least two art shows with one of his ink drawings and sculptures.

He loves the praise his art teachers give him but doesn’t show it. Some of them don’t mind too much, respecting the uninterested tortured artist act he has. Most hate it, though. They give their praise as a way to boost their own ego, as if they had given Ivar his talent and that he should be grateful to him. 

Ivar doesn’t pay attention to criticism. If people don’t understand or like his work, then it isn’t his problem. He ignores his teachers' criticisms and suggestions. It’s his art, not theirs. There was one art teacher in high school that was the exception. She was Ivar’s favorite teacher and they got along well. He respected her enough to take her feedback into consideration.

He’s hesitant to let people he knows see his work. He’d never admit it, except to maybe Floki, but he has a way of reading Ivar’s mind and body language so he wouldn’t have to. He doesn’t want to be judged for the subjects he chooses to draw or sculpt, especially by his family. He doesn’t really care what his brothers think, but he doesn’t want them to hold his passion for art over his head.

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Mornings with Jason Grace (high school AU):

Jason sends you good morning texts. Sometimes he asks if you’re up, if you slept well, do you want a ride to school, or a simple ‘good morning :)’. If he’s feeling brave, he might even add a flirtatious pet name. 

Speaking of driving, you and Jason sometimes give each other rides to school. Although, it’s typically Jason who picks you up. It's a short drive, so you guys usually just listen to music. His favorite part about driving you though is pulling into the parking lot, opening the door for you, and walking you to class because he gets to spend time with you and show you off.

Jason brings you breakfast at least once a week. He started doing it after you noticed some of the boyfriends brought their partners food in the morning before class. He didn’t want you to feel left out (and he loves giving you little gifts). After a while, Jason starts bringing it on days that he knows will be hard for you, like when you have a test.

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Modern Ivar HC:

He loves Marvel movies. Whenever a new one is released, Ivar makes plans to go see it in theatres. Sometimes he even has a little Marvel movie marathon to refresh his memory.

Ivar owns a business. It could be his fathers or one he created himself but Ivar is definitely the boss of something. 

He has a massive sweet tooth. Ivar likes anything with sugar in it (much like his brother Hvisterk) but he has a soft spot for sour candy.

Ivar goes to the gym at least twice a week (but sometimes more). He started going just to put on more muscle but found that it was also a great way to relieve stress.

He draws most of his own tattoos. Ivar’s got a knack for the arts, whether he admits it or not, and doesn’t trust anyone else to design something that he’ll have on his body permanently.

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Dating Ivar would include:

Always having comfy shirts to wear. While Ivar has expensive taste in suits, he also owns a ton of graphic tees that he wears around the house/apartment. He definitely won’t notice if you steal a few.

Never having to worry about money. Ivar insists on paying for everything: food, movie tickets, clothes, books. It’s not that you can’t pay for things yourself, he just likes to dote on you. It gives him a sense of power.

Never having to worry about someone stealing his affections. Ivar has eyes for you and only you. If someone tries to flirt with him, he quickly shuts it down. He takes it as an insult to you and the relationship he has with you.

Always being by his side. Ivar feels confident around you, so he’s sure to bring you wherever he goes. Plus, he thinks that you’re the most beautiful person in existence, so he never passes up the opportunity to show you off.

Having movie dates at home. As much as Ivar likes to flaunt you, sometimes he just wants to stay in and have you all to himself. On those days, he thinks the perfect way to spend time with you is cuddling up on the couch watching movies.

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Dating Jason Grace would include:

Going on lots of coffee dates. Whether Starbucks, Dunkin, or just the local coffee shop around the corner, you and Jason always meet for coffee. He’s not even that into coffee; he just likes the atmosphere.

Never having to worry about getting cold. Jason owns a plethora of sweatshirts, crewnecks, and sweaters. You steal one? He’s already replaced it.

Always having a study buddy. You’re smart, but if you ever need help understanding something, Jason’s there. He’s got all A’s and is a pretty good teacher despite also being an athlete.

Not having to worry about expressing your emotions. Jason is an understanding guy and encourages you to be open about your feelings. If you’re ever feeling anxious or upset, you can always go to him. He will listen and comfort you anyway he can. On the rare occasion when Jason doesn’t know how to console you, he’ll be honest and ask you what you need from him.

Going to Jason’s games. Jason is a star athlete and often does more than one sport a year. No matter the sport, though, you’re always there to cheer him on. Sometimes, you’ll make a poster with his name and number on it, especially if it’s a big game.