Hi rabbit I have an idea for a story! What if reader was married to Sy’s best friend and has a toddler but her husband was killed on duty when the baby was only a few weeks old? Sy has taken it upon himself to make sure reader and her little girl are looked after. But as months go on they both develop feelings and Sy pulls away out of guilt and reader is feeling shattered. I’m imagining an angsty fic with some smut at the end?
Summary: Sy made a promise to his best friend, your husband, to look after you and his son when he died. One night, Sy takes things too far making a drunken pass at you just before his last deployment and it threatens to derail your relationship. Sy sees you again for the first time since that night at a New Year’s Eve party.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Single Mother Reader
Word Count: approx. 1.8k
Warnings: Sy POV, Angst with a happy ending, implied forced kissing/unwanted kissing, mention of death, implied smut.
Authors Note: Ok so, in a panic I remembered that I was supposed to do a New Year’s Kiss fic for @cavillsthighs Cavillmas. I’m so sorry I forgot all about it. Luckily, I had part of this story rolling around in my head for a while thanks to the anon ask. It’s not exactly what you asked for Anon, but it did inspire this fic.
Thanks to @henryobsessed for Beta reading and @amberangel112 for Beta reading and being the best title fairy ever!
Edited by me, there will be errors.
Please be gentle with me, I wrote this in a couple of hours in a mad panic 🙈
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More Than Ever
“Uncle Sy!”
I turned round just in time to put my beer on the table and squat on tired knees to scoop little Ryan into a hug. I stood with the boy pressing him close to my chest. He was heavier than I expected, I guess that’s what nearly twelve months of not seeing a kid will do.
“Lemme look atchu, Ryan,” I said, pulling my head back to look at him. God damn that kid looked like his Daddy. Had your eyes though. “Jeez, you’re so big. You gonna be drivin’ a car soon I reckon.” I squinted my eyes at him. “You been workin’ out? Is that it? Been bulkin’ up?”
Ryan giggled and shook his head. I put him down, and got low again.
“Yeah ya have,” I teased. “Show me them guns.”
Ryan lifted his arms bending at the elbow, I copied him and he growled as he flexed, veins popping out in his neck. Trying to keep my laugh in I growled back at him, tightening my muscles. He lowered his arms and brought his fists close together in front of his belly.
“Whoa!” I said, reaching out to give his little skin and bones arms a squeeze. “I better put those away, Ryan. Ya scarin’ me.”
He laughed again and kept growling as a hand ruffled his hair.
“He’s been talking nonstop about seeing you since I told him we were coming,” you said.
I almost couldn’t look at you. I pulled my sunglasses down over my eyes and stood. I kept my gaze on Ryan. “I missed ya too li’l man.”
“Didja buy me a present?”
I laughed as you chastised him. I finally looked at you, and took an unsteady breath. God damn, you were so beautiful, to perfectly good. I felt like I had to go have a shower or something just be good enough to talk to you.
“He’s fine Darlin’, I did get ‘im somethin’,” I said.
“You did?” Ryan exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s inside under the tree. Ask ya Aunt Caroline to get it for ya.”
He ran off with a squeal, you turned to watch him but my eyes couldn’t help but look you over. You looked amazing in your tight jeans and sweater, hugging you in all the right places. My body went into overdrive just as my mind went dumb.
You turned back to me but couldn’t meet my eyes. I clenched my jaw, you shouldn’t be the one who’s ashamed. I had hoped that after we had talked those few times you would have been ok to see me again. That night was all me, all my fault. I wanted to apologise again, I would if I thought it would do any good. I had to say something, I couldn’t let this awkwardness go on or we’d never get past it.
“You look well,” I said. My voice was a little more hoarse than I would have liked, but you didn’t seem to notice.
“You do too,” you said. You peeked shyly at me, fidgeting a little with the sleeves on your sweater. “It’s good to see you.”
With relief I let out a breath. Maybe it would be ok. “You too, Darlin’.”
You took half a step toward me, an awkward, hesitant step. I did the same and wrapped my arms around your shoulders as yours slid around my waist. As soon as I made contact with you my body ached. I wanted to hold you to me, press my nose into your neck and smell you, feel your skin warm against mine. But your body was stiff, like you didn’t want to actually hug me, and I felt cold.
Clearing my throat, I let you go. That was ok, I would just talk to you. We could still do that right? I hadn’t ruined that had I? Maybe I had. Maybe all I could hope for now was polite small talk and the superficial conversations you had given me since that night.
Alright, I’ll go back to basics, I’ll start again. Maybe one day you’ll trust me enough, to let me back into your life once more.
“So, uh, how’s Ryan goin’?”
You smiled like you always do. You’re so proud of your boy. “Good. Be prepared for him to ask you to take him camping again.”
“You want me to take him?” I asked, wondering if my being forced out of her life meant I was out of Ryan’s too.
“You don’t have to,” you said. “My brothers older now, he’s been spending time with him.”
I sucked my lip into my mouth as I considered your words. They stung, a lot.
“I want to take him, Darlin’. I like the damn kid.” You smiled at me and like a damn fool I couldn’t leave it at that. “I made a promise to his Daddy and I intend to keep it.”
Your face darkened and I knew I’d fucked up. “Christ, Sy,” you said.
“Darlin’…” I put my arm out to you, but you turned your back on me and walked away. “Fuck.” I looked around to see if anyone noticed the exchange, but no one seemed to be paying us any mind. I picked my beer up and shook my head. This was going to be a long night.
I kept my eyes on you all evening. Even when I had to take my sunglasses off, I didn’t stop looking at you. I gave you your space though. I didn’t try and talk to you again, though I wanted to. I wanted to explain, tell you that I was sorry. That I’d never try that again, but you seemed to have made your mind up and things couldn’t go back to how they were, how they had been before I was deployed, before that night.
It was getting close to midnight. I’d leave as soon as the clock ticked over, let you have some fun without having to look over your shoulder at me staring at you the whole time. I made sure not to drink too much so I could drive. And so there wasn’t a repeat of that night.
To say I was shocked when you came and sat next to me was an understatement. I would have been less surprised to see the Queen of England walk through the door, naked, and chugging a beer bong.
You didn’t say anything for the longest time, you just sat there looking straight ahead, and I could almost see the wheels turning in your head. It was making me nervous, I wanted to tell you just to either yell at me, hit me, or go away. But I sat there because I owed you, you deserved to be heard out.
“I wasn’t upset that you kissed me, Sy.”
I damn near fell out of my chair.
Then you actually laughed, not a laugh of happiness, but of bitterness and that was somehow much worse. “If I’m honest, I’d wanted you to kiss me for a couple of years.”
I wanted to jump out of my chair, I fucking knew it. I knew there was something between us. God fucking damn it. Even that night, drunk as I was, (and I remembered more of that night than I cared to,) I could have sworn for a few seconds you had kissed me back.
“It just really hurt that you came to me like you did.”
“I get that,” I said softly. “You’re right, you didn’t deserve that.” No woman deserved what I did. Showing up at your place unannounced, drunk as a fucking skunk, horny, and scared out of my mind about going on another deployment, I was a fucking mess. You should have kicked me out the minute I made the first pass at you.
“Did you mean what you said?” Your voice was so small, so hesitant, but also hopeful.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I meant every damn word.”
“Do you still want that?” Why were you so scared? Did you really not know? Did you really think I only said those things to cause I was drunk and trying to get into your pants?
“Yes.” I tried to look you in the eyes so there was no mistake, so you knew I was telling you the truth, but you barely looked at me. “More than ever.”
You were quiet again. The kids were starting to get excited, and sparklers were being handed out. I checked my watch, it was only a minute until midnight.
You stood, and I stood too. You closed the distance between us. “I know it’s been nearly five years since Ryan died, but I still miss him.”
“I know,” I said, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. “I ain’t tryin’ to replace him. I just want to be there for you, Darlin’. For both of you. I won’t try anythin’ like that again. Not unless you ask me to.” I was babbling. I should shut up.
“I missed you just as much.” You were looking at the kids, watching them laughing and squealing with anticipation. “This year was awful. I don’t want to go through that again.”
My fingers actually shook as I put my hand to your cheek and turned your face to mine. “What are you sayin’, Baby?”
The countdown started, kids and adults alike shouted the numbers at the top of their lungs, but as far as I was concerned there was nothing in the world except you. You lifted your eyes to mine, finally letting me see you. My heart cramped, it hurt seeing the pain in your eyes.
“Baby, what is it? Tell me,” I implored.
“Kiss me, Sy,” you whispered so softly I could have sworn I imagined it, until your hands rested on my chest.
I lifted my other hand to your neck and licked my lips. I watched you do the same, and you closed your eyes. My nose bumped into yours and for a moment I stayed there, waiting, sure you were going to push me away. But you didn’t and I pressed my lips against yours.
With my hand on your neck, I felt you whimper. God that was the hottest thing and I instantly felt my cock kick in my pants. Barely keeping control, my lips stroked yours as yours caressed mine.
I pulled away slightly, keeping my head close to yours. I didn’t want to, but I had to, I wouldn’t make the mistake of going too quickly. I was gonna take this slow, though it would damn near kill me, I was gonna treat you right. The party was singing, couples were kissing, and the kids were writing words in the night air with their sparklers. Maybe it would be okay. We could start fresh, a clean slate, maybe this could be a new beginning.
“Happy New Year, Baby,” I whispered, not caring at all about how out of breath I was.
This is so cute and so sweet! I love when Sy is so soft. A big, strong man like him so scared and uncertain, yet not pushy. I think I found my weakness. Now I got 18 hours to find me my own Captain Sy to kiss for the New Year!
Happy New Year to you! Looking forward to another year of your amazing writing! ❤️
Summary: You see something online that you wish you didn’t. But it makes you realize there are a few more insecurities you’ve been ignoring.
You carefully adjusted Henry’s tie, giving his chest a satisfied pat. Your hands lingered on the solidness of him, pulling away only when you noticed the teasing smirk he was sending your way.
“Looks good,” you murmured, turning away and padding towards the ensuite to grab his cologne for him. When you came back out, he was adjusting the cuff on his suit sleeve, the longer curls he had falling into his eyes slightly. No beard at the moment— he’d just finished filming The Witcher, but the next shoot would require a full beard. You were looking forward to that.
You caught sight of your reflection in the mirror behind him; jeans and your favorite sweater, hair tucked messily away from your face. A stark contrast to the Greek god in the black Armani suit in front of you.
He caught your eyes, turning around and giving you his signature smile. It still made your knees weak. He took the cologne from you, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your cheek as he passed. “Thanks, beautiful.
He had a premiere tonight, and as usual he was going alone. As far as the media was concerned, Henry was single and it was better if it remained that way. For both of your sakes.
You wandered off behind him, settling into the couch as he texted his assistant that he was heading out. You licked your lips and shot him a grin, taking a sip from your glass of wine. “Can’t wait to rip that suit off you when you get home, my God.”
He laughed, coming over and moving in for one last kiss— this one was a bit deeper, a promise for what was to come later. He licked the red wine off your lips and grinned. “Wish you were coming with me, sweetheart.”
He said that every time. And you knew he meant it. Just like you knew it wasn’t an option, every time.
Today was another girls’ night out. You had avoided all talk dealing with Sy. Your friends had asked you once more if you wanted their input but you kindly refused. You were proud of your progress and where you were at.
I...have no words. I mean I do, but I can't seem to form them in the best way. I love this series because I went through something similar and let's just say mine ended badly. I love your writing. I love Sy. I relate to the emotions and thoughts that Reader is going through and I just enjoy how everything is going between them. They're each taking their time to heal and move on despite their love for one another. I only wish my relationship was like this. Then again, my ex was nowhere close to how sorry and regretful and in love Sy is, if that makes sense.
Once again, I love this! I always look forward to an update!
A/N: Third-person POV for Sy then it’ll go back to the reader’s view.
Word Count: 3,049
Warnings: Language
Sy couldn’t keep still. He had to be active in order to stop his mind from racing. This was the space you needed so he was trying his hardest to respect that. More than anything he wanted to be your side trying to make up for what he’d done.
Your husband doesn't seem to be the brightest candle on the tree (see what I did there? But I also mean this in the most fond way possible. He seems incredibly sweet.)
It is so funny because he’s literally an award winning attorney who was on law review and got such a high score on the bar exam he can practice in any state in the country. He got a FULL RIDE to law school. He was accepted to 27 schools.
But the second he steps outta the court room brain goes off and he’s just hanging out. He’s just chilling with the marshmellow fluff in his head. No thoughts only vibes.
He would be so proud of the fact that he can make you scream so loud.
Imagine at one point you're so loud someone actually calls the cops and he answers the door because you're not able to move. He's sweaty and breathing heavily. Hopefully he didn't forget to put on his boxers. And he has to explain why you were so loud. He can't suppress the smug grin and the chest puffing. Standing there like a proud peacock, explaining the cops that he made you cum so hard you couldn't be quite.
Now is this Sy's cousin Walter? Imagine Sy opening the door, smug grin getting bigger when he sees it's his dear old cousin. Before he can say anything, Walter just groans, rolls his eyes, and turns to leave. Of course Sy always has to have the last word. "Were we being too loud officer?"
I can’t wait for the fic that I’m going to write after this fic I’m not writing because I still have to finish another fic (which I can’t seem to focus on).
Summary: Henry spends a quiet morning with his girlfriend.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader
Warnings: None (this time 😈)
•A/N: I’m not really sure what this is, but I kinda like it. I have a whole bunch of stuff saved in my drafts that I’m editing to be posted this weekend. And I promise they’re actually one-shots and stuff, so stay tuned for those! I just felt the need to put this somewhere or do something with it, so if this isn’t your cup of tea, that’s totally fine!
The first time Henry laid eyes on her, he swore he’d never seen such beauty. Her smile was breath taking and her laugh rang out across the room, calling to him like a siren luring in a lost sailor. Henry was a romantic at heart. And while the idea of love at first sight often seemed far fetched, he’d tell the story of that moment for the rest of his life.
It was as if time ceased to exist and his vision was tunneled to allow him to see her and only her. He’d gone back to his trailer that night and phoned his mum to tell her he’d met the woman he was going to spend the rest of his life with. He just knew somehow.
Now, as Henry lay entangled with his ethereal beauty, he worried he might not have much more time with her. He loved her fiercely and without hesitation, but she seemed to have a lot of reservations about him. She said he was too good to be true; too kind, too attentive, too enraptured by her. Her troubled mind told her it was only a matter of time before he lost interest or realized she was too fucked up to be worth the effort. They always did.
Henry stroked her hair lovingly as she slept soundly on his chest, praying to whoever might be listening that the woman he admired would just let him love her. It wasn’t just past relationships coming to haunt her, but a traumatic childhood and a family who never wanted her for who she was. The idea that someone might actually want her, flaws and insecurities, good days and bad, was unimaginable to her.
His anxiety was telling him he was bound to get his heart broken by this extraordinary woman if he couldn’t find a way to make her see how much she was actually worth.
A soft sigh brought Henry out of his thoughts and he looked down at her with an adoring smile. He reached a hand up to ghost his knuckles across her cheek and leaned down to place a loving kiss on her forehead. She hummed in contentment, her delicate fingers beginning to twirl the dark fur on his chest absentmindedly as she slowly began clearing the sleepy fog from her mind.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he whispered.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
They laid there for a while longer, Henry rubbing his thumb over her exposed hip as they basked in the comforting silence of the morning.
His love raised her head and squinted her eyes at the clock on his bedside table to see the time. She groaned before snuggling herself impossibly closer into Henry’s warmth.
“Have you been up long?” She asked, voice heavy with sleep.
“No, darling. Just let the bear out not too long ago.”
She hummed again. “I’m surprised you haven’t left for your morning workout. It’s late for you.”
Henry placed another kiss on her forehead.
“Wanted to lay here just a bit longer. Quite peaceful, having you here.”
“Peaceful,” she chuckled. “Something no one has ever used to describe my presence.”
“Then I’m happy to be the first, love.”
Her neck craned back to look at his handsome face, taking in the stubble on his chin and the sleepiness still evident in his eyes. He was always ridiculously sweet and kind to her, but morning Henry seemed softer somehow. He smiled at her, causing her cheeks to instantly warm and she buried her head into his neck once more. The way he looked at her sent tingles throughout her entire body and she was never sure what to do with that feeling. The love she had for him was all consuming and overwhelming at times. It made her want to squeeze the life out of him. And it also scared her a whole hell of a lot. But she wouldn’t allow those thoughts to ruin the serenity of their morning. She wanted to bathe in his love for as long as he’d allow her to have it.
She just didn’t yet know he’d willingly follow her to the ends of the earth, so his unending love and devotion was already unquestionably her’s. And Henry was more than prepared to spend the rest of his life proving that to her.
This is beautiful!!! Something to reread on days when I need some love in my life. Hehe.
I complete relate to how Henry's love feels. I've been burned a couple of times but it's enough for me to be wary and to question when someone is being too nice or too sweet or too anything positive towards me. I know it's probably a turn off to be so guarded and to have my walls built up so high and so thick, but is it silly of me to have this lovely piece of work to give me hope?
Quick, someone write an RPF with YN being an actress and part of the MCU who is secretly dating Henry Cavill, and Tom Holland seems particularly nervous because, out of all of YN's cast members, he's the only one who (accidentally) knows and he keeps glancing at Henry nervously and eventually gets called out by our girl Zendaya and...and...and all hell breaks lose (in a cute, comical way) and in the end it's just another wonderfully funny and amusing episode on the Graham Norton show.
So recently, ever since I started being a fan of Syverson, I swear I have been seeing so many bearded men around me, all buff and tall and I am very tempted to ask where the heck have you been all along?
Also, I ask myself, is he really handsome or is he just bearded and he reminds me of Syverson? 😂😂
Just an hour ago I saw this tall, broad and muscled guy in the gym, with beard and blue eyes and I was like 🥵🥵🥵 sir, please, can I climb you while you work out? I swear I won't bother you 😂 Just lemme enjoy you.
Elevator Fight Scene | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) Movie info: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1843866/ Buy it on Blu-ray: https://www.amazon.com/...
i just rewatched this clip and honestly my characterization of steve rogers is…not…..hardcore….enough. this guy is. just. like. an honest to god assault aircraft comes at him with a machine gun and he speeds up at it. like oh yes i hope youve got a can opener because this two thousand gallon drum of whoopass is coming most directly your way. and honestly? it tracks. it tracks! in catfa he’s shown leaping onto flying hydra aircraft and just ripping the pilots out like whupty doo son this flight is now an american express!! bye bitch!! yeet!!! one pansy ass quinjet? to stop steve steel balls rogers? steven grant six foot twenty fucking invented cocaine motherfucking rogers? you have got to be out of your god damned mind
listen. as funny and quality as it is to have bucky be the sheepdog to steve’s rabid ram i FULLY believe that bucky barnes is on this ride because he likes the goddamn horsepower. james buchanan is here because he wants to watch his feral twink take on god and when he becomes a 300lb war ballerina barnes wants to watch him plow the devil. in costume. are ya keeping the outfit steve?? are ya?? bucky knows better than anybody how mcfreakin tough steve is and he’s not ride or die despite the fact that steve is a human chainsaw, he’s there because of it
i’m adding this Very Important thread to my Steve Rogers Characterization Tag, with some notes to self:
Constant Reminder: however you write Steve Big Bitch Rogers you are not writing him hardcore enough. You Are Not Writing Him Intense Enough.
and it’s not just his fighting style
it’s not just his violence that’s hardcore
It’s his friendship and his leadership and his ideals.
after one (1) unsuccessful(?) jogging-based seduction attempt Steve is RIDE OR DIE for Samuel Thomas Wilson
“if it was the other way around, and it was down to me” (Natasha Romanoff, Known Murderer and Professional Double Agent) “to save your life, and you be honest with me” (because, and let’s not forget this, twenty four hours ago i lied to you personally) “would you trust me to do it?”
“I would now.”
And that’s like
That’s it.
After one (1) bubble yum flavored shouting match, and one (1) Super Awkward Friend Kiss and one (1) roadtrip into the past steve just
TRUSTS HER UNCONDITIONALLY
“this isn’t freedom this is fear”
and i am personally willing to fight you and every other motherfucker in the US government about this
don’t even get me started on Steve “I Will Go To War With 117 Nations and Also 50% of My Coworkers For You” Rogers
In Sum:
Steven Steel Balls Rogers has never halfassed anything in his got dam life and he is not about to start now.
He never halfassed things when his ass was halfsized and now he’s 300lbs of WHOLE ASS NONSENSE.
OP is totaly right as they should say it. No matter how hardcore you’re writting Steve, it will never be hardcore enough. That man is 220lbr of pure “Fuck the limits. I’m in”. He is not willing to let no asshole that thinks they know better just because they are from the UN do bullshit on his watch, because Sarah goddamn Rogers raised no coward bitch.
Steve is willing to fight 117 nations for what he knows be the right thing and bold of anyone to assume he will ever startle when the idiots come after him.
Also, OP is right to say Bucky is there because of it. Bold of anyone to assume Bucky “Are you keeping the outfit?” Barnes treats Steve like a baby. Of course he would be worried, because they are really close, but dude, Bucky made Steve ride the Cyclone when Steve was just 90lbr of rage. Do you really think he would baby Steve? If anything he would be right behind him looking Steve woop asses like:
Aaaaannnndddd here is the spark I need to START my Steve Rogers fanfic that was inspired from the elevator scene. Taking notes from all the commented reblogs as well!
Summary: A girl decides to adopt a soldier for Christmas. (Sy fluff)
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Straight fluff.
A/N - I’m planning on this story having four chapters but this is my first time posting a fic as I write it, so it may end up being a bit longer. This is also my first time writing in 3rd person, or writing in this type of lay out. I’m posting before I’m done mainly to keep myself from quitting because I have a history of giving up when trying new styles because it’s out of my comfort zone.
Also, I made Sy a Lieutenant in this chapter. He’ll work his way up to Captain! 😉
And a big, BIG thank you again to @oddsnendsfanfics for taking a look at this first chapter when it was very rough to help me figure out if this style was on the right track or not. You don’t even know what a help you’ve been to me!!! 😘
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The Sunday after Thanksgiving Abigail walked along the sidewalk, taking in the bright Christmas displays that had gone up the day before. For most, looking at toys that they’d never be able to have would have seemed like torture. And in the years past it had been. But that morning Abigail had set out with a mission.
When she reached the pharmacy on Main Street, she pushed open the door, the bells above it alerting the employees to her presence. The teenage cashier gave her a quick glance, then returned to the magazine she was reading. Abigail glanced around, looking for the tree she had seen several days before, and spotted it in the corner, near the Christmas card display. She marched over to the miniature tree that stood on a table with a banner swathed across it that read in bright red writing, ‘Adopt a Soldier’. The limbs were mostly bare, with only a few names left to take. She looked at them all, considering them carefully, before taking the paper angel with the name Lieutenant Syverson written on it.
