When Dreams Collide: Y/N and Elizabeth Olsen RE WRITING

Chapter 23 Six Months In - The First Proposal

Chapter 23

Six Months In – The First Proposal

Six months.

Six months of whispered confessions under moonlit skies. Six months of tangled limbs in hotel sheets, of stolen kisses in the quiet corners of stadiums and backstage dressing rooms. Six months of laughter, of love, of knowing that despite their chaotic worlds—Y/N's on the football field, Dua's on the stage—they had found something rare, something worth holding onto.

But now, a storm loomed on the horizon.

Y/N’s loan spell at Gotham FC was coming to an end. Barcelona was calling her back, and Dua had to return to London to pour her heart into her music. The reality they had pushed to the back of their minds was now staring them in the face. The thought of parting again wrapped around them like an unshakable weight, pressing into their hearts.

The late-night Netflix marathon had turned into nothing more than background noise as they sat curled up together on the couch, Y/N’s arm wrapped around Dua, her thumb absentmindedly stroking her shoulder. But the silence between them was louder than the movie playing.

Dua sighed softly, breaking the stillness. "You're leaving soon." Her voice was quiet, almost hesitant, as if saying it aloud made it more real. Her fingers traced delicate patterns on Y/N’s thigh, grounding herself in the moment.

Y/N swallowed hard, pressing a kiss into Dua’s hair. "Yeah... and you'll be heading back to London."

Dua nodded, biting her lip. "I hate this. I hate the idea of being apart again. I thought… after these six months, we would have figured something out."

Y/N turned slightly, tucking a loose strand of Dua’s hair behind her ear. "We knew this wouldn’t be easy, love. But I don't want this to end. I refuse to let this end."

Dua met her gaze, uncertainty flickering in her deep brown eyes. "You think we can do long distance again? It was hard last time, Y/N."

"I know," Y/N admitted, lacing their fingers together, squeezing gently. "But this feels different, doesn’t it? We’re different. We’ve built something real, something worth fighting for."

Dua exhaled shakily. "And what if the distance makes us drift apart?"

Y/N cupped her face tenderly, her thumb brushing against Dua’s cheek. "That won’t happen. Because I won’t let it. I love you, Dua. More than words can ever say."

Dua blinked back the emotions rising in her throat. "Then tell me… how do we make this work?"

Y/N took a deep breath. She had spent weeks thinking about this, and tonight felt like the perfect moment to put her plan into action. "How about we make a promise to each other? Before we get caught up in the chaos of our lives again… let’s take a trip. Just us. No distractions, no schedules, no worries. Just you and me, somewhere magical."

Dua’s eyebrows lifted slightly. "A trip? Where?"

Y/N smiled softly. "The Northern Lights. We've both always wanted to see them, right? I’ve already checked, and the timing is perfect."

Dua’s eyes lit up with wonder, her earlier anxiety momentarily dissolving. "The Northern Lights? You’d really do that?"

"For you? Always."

Dua smiled, leaning into Y/N’s touch. "Then let’s go."

The Trip – Northern Lights Proposal

A week later, they stood in the heart of Norway, beneath a sky that shimmered with breathtaking beauty. The Northern Lights danced in waves of green and violet, the universe itself painting a masterpiece above them. The world was silent, save for the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots and the distant whisper of the wind.

But Y/N’s heart was pounding louder than any sound around them.

Dua, bundled in a thick coat and scarf, tilted her head back, eyes wide with wonder. "It’s even more beautiful than I imagined," she whispered, breath forming tiny clouds in the crisp air.

Y/N, however, wasn’t looking at the sky. She was looking at her.

The way the auroras reflected in Dua’s eyes, making them glow with a dreamlike light. The way her lips parted slightly in awe, the cold tinting her cheeks the faintest shade of pink. God, she was beautiful.

Y/N took a deep breath, steadying herself. She had waited for this moment, and now, as nature itself put on the most magnificent show, she knew there would never be a more perfect time.

"You know," Y/N murmured, "these last six months with you… they've been the best of my life."

Dua turned to her, a smile curving on her lips. "Mine too."

Y/N exhaled shakily. "And I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to lose what we have."

Dua’s expression softened. "We won’t."

Y/N swallowed hard, slipping her gloved hand into her coat pocket, feeling the small velvet box that held her heart’s greatest wish. "I mean it, Dua. You make me feel like I’ve finally found home… no matter where we are in the world."

Dua blinked, sensing something deeper in Y/N’s words. "Y/N?"

But before she could ask, Y/N was sinking onto one knee in the snow, pulling out the tiny box and opening it to reveal a ring that sparkled even beneath the Northern Lights.

Dua gasped, hands flying to her mouth, eyes instantly glistening with unshed tears.

Y/N's voice trembled, thick with emotion. "Dua, I love you. I love every piece of you—the way you laugh, the way you dream, the way you love me back. I don’t want a future where you’re not in it. So, I’m asking you… will you marry me?"

For a moment, the world stood still.

Dua, overwhelmed with emotion, let out a soft, shaky laugh as tears spilled freely down her cheeks. "Oh my God… Y/N."

Y/N’s heart pounded as she gazed up at her. "Say something, love."

Dua let out a choked sob before nodding frantically. "Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you!"

Relief and joy crashed over Y/N like a tidal wave as she rose to her feet, slipping the ring onto Dua’s shaking finger. The moment it was in place, Dua threw her arms around her, pressing her lips desperately against Y/N’s.

They kissed beneath the swirling lights, laughing and crying all at once.

"I love you," Dua whispered between kisses.

Y/N cupped her face, forehead resting against hers. "I love you more."

Two Weeks Later – The Second Proposal

Back in New York, Dua had been acting suspicious.

She had insisted on taking Y/N for a drive, despite the freezing temperatures. She had insisted on bringing Blue, their dog, who had pressed the ‘Walk’ button on his communication pad with impeccable timing. And now, as they drove further and further away from the city, Y/N was growing increasingly suspicious.

Eventually, Dua pulled up to a quiet, secluded beach, where fairy lights had been set up, flickering gently in the night. A small picnic blanket lay on the sand, surrounded by candles, with a bottle of champagne chilling nearby.

Y/N turned to her, utterly speechless. "Dua… what is this?"

Dua bit her lip, suddenly looking nervous. "It’s my turn."

Before Y/N could ask, Dua was kneeling in front of her, holding out a small velvet box.

Y/N's breath hitched.

"You asked me first," Dua said, voice trembling with emotion. "But I wanted to ask you, too. Because this isn't just you choosing me. This is me choosing you. Over and over again. So, Y/N… will you marry me?"

Y/N’s heart nearly burst.

Tears streamed down her face as she dropped to her knees, capturing Dua’s lips in a deep, love-filled kiss.

"Yes," she whispered, smiling against Dua’s lips. "A thousand times, yes."

Under the soft glow of candlelight and the quiet crash of waves, their love story truly began.