I’m a simple woman. I just want a big man who everyone thinks looks scary and intimidating, to wrap me up in his big arms and nuzzle the back of my neck like the teddy bear he truly is.
“The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.”
Syverson's reaction to you not asking for his help
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⦁ You were raised to be as independent as possible, because as you were told, you might not always be surrounded by reliable people, therefore you were to help yourself. Also because you grew up with busy parents , you had learn to rely on yourself when it came to means of transportation, getting groceries, cooking and so on.
⦁ When you got together with our burly captain, you continued with the same mindset.
⦁ So of course our captain nearly had a damn heart attack when he saw you carrying anything that was remotely too heavy for you, huffing and grunting silently under your breath as you struggled.
⦁ "Jesus, woman, are you trying to break your back?" he grunts as he takes the heavy box from your grasp, realizing just how heavy it was. " Next time, tell me and I will carry it." with that he takes the box where you need, leaving you stunned.
⦁ One rainy afternoon you got home from an appointment, drenched from head to toe, umbrella broken beyond repair from the strong wind blowing outside, hanging uselessly from your hands.
⦁ "Hey, berry-woah, what the hell happened?" Lucas' eyes widen at the state of his lover, drenched and shivering, instantly making his mission to get her a towel and warm her up, instructing her to strip while he is gone.
⦁ "Sy, I am good, come on-", "no can do, lady bug, if you stay like that you'll catch a cold." "no, I won't- Sy! I can undress myself!" Dripping clothes fall to the floor with a loud wet plop. "Hush, now". Somehow he managed to get you naked and wrapped into a fluffy big towel in under two minutes, ushering you to the bathroom while he took care of your clothes." What happened?"
⦁ " Remember I had that appointment at the dermatologist?" "Yeah", "Well the place is really hard to get to, it is about 10 minutes walking distance from the bus station or subway station to get to it. So, I walked, I am used to walking everywhere, I don't mind but unfortunately on the way back home, the rain started and the wind started picking up real bad and it, of course, broke my umbrella." You reply, shuddering as the hot water came into contact with your cold skin, shoulders hunching to get as much of yourself under the spray of water as you could. "I tried calling an Uber but they were all taken, because of the storm I suppose"
⦁ "Why didn't you call me?" he murmurs, furrowing his eyebrows as he leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he takes his lover's glistening form. " I didn't think of it ". you muse, washing the cleanser away from your face before turning to look at your boyfriend. "It's fine though, no harm done, one warm shower and I will be as good as new." You throw him a smile over your shoulder before turning off the water, wrapping yourself in a towel. " Yeah, good as new." Syverson frowns with a tap to the wooden frame before he makes his way to the bedroom to get your pajamas.
⦁ The sudden change of tone left you feeling, somewhat reprimanded? It left you with a feeling that made you lower your head like a child after being scolded. Confused, you start walking towards the bedroom only to bump into the captain who came back with your clothes. "Here, let me." his voice is low and throaty as his hands go to your towel to take it off, leaving you bare to him. Timid of this sudden display of affection, you allow him to dress you, squeaking in surprise when you are picked up and taken to the bedroom.
⦁ That night as you fall asleep cuddled to him, the captain makes a promise to himself and you. " I will take care of you baby, just you wait."
⦁ And he did keep his promise, even if you didn't know he made it.
⦁ He became even more observant than before, checking in with you all the time.
⦁ "Did you bring your lunch today? If not I can bring you some. " ; " Did you need me to pick you up?" ; " You said you wanted to go grocery shopping, I will come pick you up after work, so you don't have to carry them back home all alone" ; " You forgot to take your umbrella when you left, tell me when to come pick you up from your girls' night. Don't want you walking in the rain again. ".
⦁ You learnt that it was alright to ask for Syverson's help and that he would gladly do it for you, without doubt. He still let you do things on your own, he knew you could do them and he encouraged you to, but he didn't want you to feel like you couldn't rely on him.
⦁ Syverson thought he finally got somewhere with you, but he was wrong. You would ask for his help here and there but at one point, you started it all over again.
⦁ He nearly growled you when you arrived home with hands filled with grocery bags but what made his blood rise was the multiple big bottles of water that you had in your backbag, knowing just how much you have been complaining about bad backaches. He wanted to scold the hell out of you but he stopped himself by sucking a deep breath and helping you put everything away. Once everything was done, he wordlessly hoisted you onto the counter, ripping a yelp from you.
⦁ "Sy! " you whine, resting your hands on his chest to balance yourself, only to shut up at the look in his eyes." Y/n, I am really trying to understand what is going on here but...I am getting really frustrated. Why won't you rely on me, baby? Do I make you feel like you can't? Tell me and I swear I will try to fix it but I can't help but feel freaking useless whenever I see you struggling and in result getting exhausted by trying doing everything by yourself, why won't you allow me to help you, baby?"
⦁ You were stunned into silence by his admission, not realizing that this was affecting him in any way. "I-.."you hesitated, pulling at the tender skin of your inner lip before continuing. "It is not your fault as much as it is mine. "you admit, staring at your hands as they rest on his broad chest. " Since I was young, I had to deal with any problem myself, because I was supposed to be a "big girl". So I dealt with it, never asked for anyone's help because there was no one I could ask or nobody offered..so I suppose I feel like a bother sometimes, to ask you to do this or that for me. And instead I do it myself. No matter how hard it is. " you sigh quietly, hesitant to meet his eyes.
⦁ Syverson stares at you with an unreadable look in his eyes before his eyes soften and instead of speaking he chooses to pull you into his broad, warm chest, keeping you close to him as he buries his face into your hair. " I had no idea, love. But you need to tell me these things, I don't mind doing things for you and I don't feel obligated, I like doing them because I love you." he pulls back to press a kiss to your forehead, his beard tickling the tender skin there.
⦁ Overcome with emotions you nod your head silently, nibbling at your lower lip before you burrow yourself further into his chest." I love you." You answer simply, holding him as close as possible.
⦁ From then on, you tried to be as open as possible, telling him what you were planning to do and when or if you needed his help and he couldn't be more happy. Sure, you still had moments where you would stubbornly do things on your own but he let those go, content that most times you feel comfortable enough to rely on him and trusted him to admit when you needed his help.
This was actually very triggering for me because I am exactly like this. I even refuse help when it's offered because so many times in my life family have said, "oh sure I can help you with that," or "don't worry I'll take care of this/that or the other," and then when I take them up on that help they can't or more like wont or their too busy you know, to do that thing they SAID THEY WERE GOING TO DO.... so I stopped asking or looking for help and do it myself - even when I have injured myself multiple times in the past. I'd rather get hurt doing it myself than to feel the pain that people are just giving you lip service to make themselves feel good.
I love this reaction. We all deserve a Sy who keeps his word.
This was written as a part of myself, I had grown up being tagged as mature ( even as a child because I was always taller than most) and therefore had been left to fend for oneself. And when I grew up, it was like you do it yourself because no one else will do it for you.
"I even refuse help when it's offered because so many times in my life family have said, "oh sure I can help you with that," or "don't worry I'll take care of this/that or the other," and then when I take them up on that help they can't or more like wont or their too busy you know" - This, this right here is exactly what has always happened to me, both family or friends so, like yourself I learned to do it myself and slowly started to feel like a burden asking for help.
I hope you got someone to rely on at the moment and if not, I hope you get someone like Sy. We all deserve a Sy ;)
I am glad you loved it and got to relate to it somehow. It is all I want for people who read my fics. <3 <3 <3
This is something that has been going on around my mind for a while and also my first try at smut or alpha/omega relationship.
Warnings : nudity, p in v sex, cock warming, alpha/omega dynamics.
A soft moan filled the otherwise silent room as the woman beneath the layers of blankets stirred, retracting her cold limbs beneath the protective warmth the material provided as she snuggled her face further onto the soft pillow. Her nose twitched the moment it caught the faint scent of her lover, hand seeking him only to find the spot where he was supposed to be, cold. “Sy?” Her eyes struggled to keep open as she glanced around, searching for him, her voice a mere whisper while she listened for the heavy footed alpha. A faint creaking sound of the opening door had her body tense before relaxing as the smell of her alpha hit her. A crisp, earthy scent combined with something woody and something that is him. Y/n's eyes studied the burly man at the entrance of the room, running over his face before quickly flicking to his bare chest. Her tongue ran over her lips as she took in every inch of that delicious, tanned skin.
“Go back to sleep, love.” He rumbled lowly, hooking his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers before prowling towards her in all his naked glory. His sapphire eyes took her all in, sleepy and soft, cheeks rosy and crumpled from the pillow case. “ You weren’t here..couldn't sleep properly” she sulked, orbs stuck to his half-hard member which was swaying lightly as he moved. Absent minded, she scooted over a little until he had left enough space to climb back in, cheeks colouring when she realised how much she has been staring. “ Had to check the perimeter. Heard a noise. “ he explained, smoothing a hand over her messy locks before claiming her mouth with his as his other hand runs down her side, eventually settling on her hip. “ It got cold.” She murmurs the words between their kisses, shivering as his warmth filled the space beneath the blankets. “ Missed me?” He teases, running his nose along her cheek tenderly before attaching his mouth to her slender neck. “ Mhm.” The woman sighed in delight as she ran her fingers down his spine, allowing the bigger body to roll her into her back, gasping as the man settled between her naked thighs, the soft scratch of his pubic hair teasing her sensitive bits, his cock resting snuggly against her flashy thigh. It felt heavy and hot, her skin getting smeared with his precum. “ You smell so sweet.” Syverson groaned against her warm flesh, teeth nipping at the thin skin, delighting in the way her breath hitched. The woman’s scent sweetened even more as the feeling of content and safety as well as arousal swirled around her tummy. Her eyes dropped sleepily, succumbing to his administrations, her body singing accordingly.
“ My sweet omega. Sleep..” He purred, slipping his arms beneath his lover’s body, scooping her until she was draped over his broad chest. “I don't think I can anymore..” She whispered, nose pressing onto his peck, chasing the earthy scent that clung to his skin. "What do you need?” He questioned just as quietly, running a large palm down her bare back, thumb pressing lightly into the dimple on her lower back. “I need to feel you.” Y/n murmured, burying her nose into the curls on his chest, gasping in arousal as his hands grasped her ass possessively and pulled, exposing her most vulnerable parts to his cock. " Already so wet." he growls in approval as he shifts his hips, rubbing his shaft along her moist slit, moaning lowly when the head slipped light inside her weepy hole. " Please, Alpha." she whimpers breathlessly, squishing her cheek against his pectoral, starting to whine as he slowly but surely sunk into her. "Oh.." Y/n widened her legs even more, walls slowly yielding to his intruding mass, gushing out even more slick to aid the entrance. " Fuck, Omega.." The man grunted as he bottomed out, struggling not to move too much as his lover's cunt spasmed around him, slapping her ass cheek firmly when she started squirming. " Hush now, you wanted your alpha's c to sleep, now you have it. Behave and go to sleep and then your alpha will reward you." Syverson warns with a rumble, landing another firm slap to her ass cheek, before cupping both of her cheeks possessively in his hands. "Sorry alpha! " Y/n cried out loudly against his skin, struggling not to start humping him as her stretched hole leaked more arousal coating her lips and clit which was pressed deliciously against his lower abdomen.
The alpha reached down to run his fingers over her stretched slit, coating his fingers in her juice before rubbing slow circles over her bud, choosing to punish her a bit more. "Good girls go to sleep when their alpha tell them to, Y/n.". Y/n whined pitifully in response, closing her eyes as her cheeks started heating with arousal, hips unconsciously beginning to grind against his, before forcing them to stop. "Good girl, love." Syverson smiled at her actions, pulling his fingers from her ass before dropping his arm across her hips, the other one resting on her back, fingers sinking into the hair at her nape. "Sleep, baby." The man started purring deep in his chest, watching proudly as her eyes slowly started to drop, body relaxing and becoming heavy as she yielded to sleep. “ I love you, alpha. ” She managed to get out against his chest, cheek squished and hair in her eyes, before she succumbed to the sleepy daze that settled over her, knowing she’d be protected in his hold. " I love you too, omega." Syverson whispered into the silent room, fingers pushing the hair away from her face lovingly as he listened to her soft snores.
This is something that has been going on around my mind for a while and also my first try at smut or alpha/omega relationship.
Warnings : nudity, p in v sex, cock warming, alpha/omega dynamics.
A soft moan filled the otherwise silent room as the woman beneath the layers of blankets stirred, retracting her cold limbs beneath the protective warmth the material provided as she snuggled her face further onto the soft pillow. Her nose twitched the moment it caught the faint scent of her lover, hand seeking him only to find the spot where he was supposed to be, cold. “Sy?” Her eyes struggled to keep open as she glanced around, searching for him, her voice a mere whisper while she listened for the heavy footed alpha. A faint creaking sound of the opening door had her body tense before relaxing as the smell of her alpha hit her. A crisp, earthy scent combined with something woody and something that is him. Y/n's eyes studied the burly man at the entrance of the room, running over his face before quickly flicking to his bare chest. Her tongue ran over her lips as she took in every inch of that delicious, tanned skin.
“Go back to sleep, love.” He rumbled lowly, hooking his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers before prowling towards her in all his naked glory. His sapphire eyes took her all in, sleepy and soft, cheeks rosy and crumpled from the pillow case. “ You weren’t here..couldn't sleep properly” she sulked, orbs stuck to his half-hard member which was swaying lightly as he moved. Absent minded, she scooted over a little until he had left enough space to climb back in, cheeks colouring when she realised how much she has been staring. “ Had to check the perimeter. Heard a noise. “ he explained, smoothing a hand over her messy locks before claiming her mouth with his as his other hand runs down her side, eventually settling on her hip. “ It got cold.” She murmurs the words between their kisses, shivering as his warmth filled the space beneath the blankets. “ Missed me?” He teases, running his nose along her cheek tenderly before attaching his mouth to her slender neck. “ Mhm.” The woman sighed in delight as she ran her fingers down his spine, allowing the bigger body to roll her into her back, gasping as the man settled between her naked thighs, the soft scratch of his pubic hair teasing her sensitive bits, his cock resting snuggly against her flashy thigh. It felt heavy and hot, her skin getting smeared with his precum. “ You smell so sweet.” Syverson groaned against her warm flesh, teeth nipping at the thin skin, delighting in the way her breath hitched. The woman’s scent sweetened even more as the feeling of content and safety as well as arousal swirled around her tummy. Her eyes dropped sleepily, succumbing to his administrations, her body singing accordingly.
“ My sweet omega. Sleep..” He purred, slipping his arms beneath his lover’s body, scooping her until she was draped over his broad chest. “I don't think I can anymore..” She whispered, nose pressing onto his peck, chasing the earthy scent that clung to his skin. "What do you need?” He questioned just as quietly, running a large palm down her bare back, thumb pressing lightly into the dimple on her lower back. “I need to feel you.” Y/n murmured, burying her nose into the curls on his chest, gasping in arousal as his hands grasped her ass possessively and pulled, exposing her most vulnerable parts to his cock. " Already so wet." he growls in approval as he shifts his hips, rubbing his shaft along her moist slit, moaning lowly when the head slipped light inside her weepy hole. " Please, Alpha." she whimpers breathlessly, squishing her cheek against his pectoral, starting to whine as he slowly but surely sunk into her. "Oh.." Y/n widened her legs even more, walls slowly yielding to his intruding mass, gushing out even more slick to aid the entrance. " Fuck, Omega.." The man grunted as he bottomed out, struggling not to move too much as his lover's cunt spasmed around him, slapping her ass cheek firmly when she started squirming. " Hush now, you wanted your alpha's c to sleep, now you have it. Behave and go to sleep and then your alpha will reward you." Syverson warns with a rumble, landing another firm slap to her ass cheek, before cupping both of her cheeks possessively in his hands. "Sorry alpha! " Y/n cried out loudly against his skin, struggling not to start humping him as her stretched hole leaked more arousal coating her lips and clit which was pressed deliciously against his lower abdomen.
The alpha reached down to run his fingers over her stretched slit, coating his fingers in her juice before rubbing slow circles over her bud, choosing to punish her a bit more. "Good girls go to sleep when their alpha tell them to, Y/n.". Y/n whined pitifully in response, closing her eyes as her cheeks started heating with arousal, hips unconsciously beginning to grind against his, before forcing them to stop. "Good girl, love." Syverson smiled at her actions, pulling his fingers from her ass before dropping his arm across her hips, the other one resting on her back, fingers sinking into the hair at her nape. "Sleep, baby." The man started purring deep in his chest, watching proudly as her eyes slowly started to drop, body relaxing and becoming heavy as she yielded to sleep. “ I love you, alpha. ” She managed to get out against his chest, cheek squished and hair in her eyes, before she succumbed to the sleepy daze that settled over her, knowing she’d be protected in his hold. " I love you too, omega." Syverson whispered into the silent room, fingers pushing the hair away from her face lovingly as he listened to her soft snores.
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Ever since he got back from deployment, Syverson dated a few women but hasn't really had any serious relationship that he would bring them home or let them sleep over, so he could say that Aika wasn't around too many women, therefore he doesn't quite know how she'd react to him bringing somebody over who would have most of his attention. That is why when Y/n came over for the first time, he was nervous as fuck. He knew Y/n loved animals, especially dogs, she'd basically melt whenever she saw dogs walking past her but he didn't quite know what Aika will think of Y/n.
Imagine this grumpy, bear of a man getting nervous about whether the most important girls in his life will get along. "Are you okay?" Y/n tugs into his sleeve when he kept on stalling at the door of his house, studying the man before her with curious eyes. "Yes.." he grunts, offering a small smile over his shoulder before opening the door. Loud, rapid clicking of nails against wooden floor was heard before the canine turned the corner and crashed into his legs in excitement. " Hey, girl." Syverson's large hand rubs the big furry head before pointing at the floor to get the dog to sit. Aika sat obediently, panting up at her owner happily, ears pointing up when she heard movement behind Syverson.
The dog instantly made its way to the woman, sniffing carefully along her ankles and up her legs, finally burying its snout into her loosely curled hand. Syverson watched the dog curiously, sighing in relief when Y/n got licked. "Hey, bub." Y/n smiled at the dog, waiting for it to finish sniffing her, only for her smile to fall when the dog made its way indifferently to the livingroom. "Well, at least I didn't get bitten." She jokes with a laugh, taking off her shoes before following her boyfriend to the kitchen. "Don't even joke about that." he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he pulled her between his legs, resting his hands on her hips. Y/n smiled at his grumble as she rested her forehead against his cheek, wrapping her arms around his thick middle with a soft squeeze.
"Could have happened." She singsongs, squeaking as she gets her asscheek swatted lightly. "But it didn't." Syverson hums, stealing a kiss from her glossy mouth before pulling back. " Hungry?" he sways lightly with her in his arms, relieshing in the way her cheeks reddened from the close contact. " A bit." Y/n murmurs, peaking at him through her lashes as her fingers ran up and down his chest, hooking into the v of his t-shirt. " Pizza is okay with you?" the captain inquires as he runs his mouth over the apple of her cheek, raising an eyebrow inquiringly as Aika slowly stalked into the room, staring at the couple expectantly. " What is it girl? "Y/n turned slightly into his arms, grinning at the canine before calling her over, pouting when Aika turned around to cuddle into the couch, completely ignoring her.
A full sulking pout takes over her mouth as her eyebrows lower in pure disappointment which prompted a small chuckle from him. "Don't laugh! She really doesn't like me." She laments, glancing at the sleeping dog before stomping her foot. " You are mean, you know that?" Y/n complains, trying to break free from his hold only to get squished to his frame even more, getting her complains kissed away. "Don't worry, darling, she'll warm up to you, she can't resist ya.I know I couldn't.".
And true to the captain's words, Aika slowly but surely warmed up to her. As Lucas and Y/n's relationship got more serious, Y/n came over quite a lot so it was only natural for Aika to get used to her presence. But it melted her nonetheless when one day, the animal jumped into spot on the couch next to her only to lay her head onto Y/n's lap with a soft huff, demanding some attention with a tiny whine. "Oh my god." Y/n mouthed with wide excited eyes, lips pulling up into a huge smile as she scratched Aika's furry head, paying extra attention to her ears. Lucas grinned at the sight of his dog thoroughly enjoying the attention Y/n gave to it, shaking his head. " She was just playing hard to get." Lucas winks playfully, taking a sip of his coffee, discreetly taking picture of them.
"Yes..yes she was." Y/n murmurs with a fond smile, pressing a tiny kiss into the spot between Aika's eyes.
From then on, Aika was more open to her, starting to actually search for her presence and look forward to getting Y/n's attention. The dog got most happy ( if the wagging tail was any indication) whenever she got a kiss on her snout or in between her eyes, those kisses becoming like a ritual between the two. The fact that Aika got extra snacks too didn't hurt. Their relationship bloomed beautifully to the point that the captain was starting to feel a bit left out.
It was the Friday so the two of them decided to have a movie night, setting up the bedroom with snacks and enough blankets ( "I am always cold, you know that Sy! " " Yeah and that's because you have an aversion to pants and socks, woman!") to keep them warm. As Y/n settled in the bed with a soft content sigh, curling up beneath the blankets while she waited for Sy to finish his shower, Aika jumped into the bed, rolling over until she was resting onto her back, head snugged against Y/n chest." Hi, baby girl." Y/n cooed, scratching Aika's chin lovingly, pressing a tiny kiss into the soft furry cheek. " And to think that you wouldn't want to interact with me." The woman continued to tease as she rubbed the canine's belly, raising her gaze towards Syverson when he entered the room. "Well, that's the sight of betrayal." Lucas joked as he approached the two of them to get onto the bed as well. "Come on girl, move over." he grunted as he tried to tug the blanket away to get beneath it only to have Aika whine loudly in disapproval and press further into the blanket. The woman giggled in mirth, scratching Aika's chin lovingly as she pressed a kiss into her soft velvety cheek. " Off you go love, let daddy get in." she hummed, bursting into laughter at the pure betrayal on the captain's face when the dog instantly moved at her command. " Don't forget who feeds you girl!" he grunts annoyed as he gets beneath the blankets, his disgruntle sending her into another fit of laughter.
"Okay, that's it, I will give you something to laugh about! " Syverson growls as his paws catch her hips and tug her until she's beneath him as his fingers dig into her soft sides, a wide grin taking residence onto his face as she bursts into loud, untamed laughter. " Still laughing at me, love?" Lucas can't help but laugh for he found her peals of laughter contagious. "N-No, no more~ !" she shrieks as he rubs his beard along her sensitive neck, squirming in earnest beneath him. "Sy! " Y/n yelps as he nips at her flesh, her hands trying to cover her poor neck from his playful assault. A sudden loud bark had them freezing, the woman flinching in surprise as they turned to look at the jealous dog who was crawling forward into her belly all the way in between their bodies. " I swear she is just imprinted on you or something." Syverson shakes his head fondly, allowing his dog to get in between them, rubbing a hand down her long back. " I think it's adorable." she eventually concludes, wiping her tears of mirth before melting into the bed at the combined warmth and weight of her lover and dog." I didn't expect it though." Y/n admits, running a finger delicately beneath the dog's eye and all the way to its cheek. " I thought we might have a problem as a couple because of her dismissal."
Aika rests its head on her stomach, peering from one human to another, succumbing to the attention that was given. " I was nervous about it too, but I knew she would come around. You are too sweet not to be liked by her." Syverson grins at the way the dog struggles to keep its eyes open before focusing on his lover. " It is had not to love you." he continues fondly, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. " Sweet talker." she teases, cheeks burning a fierce colour at his compliment, gaze shifting shyly from his. " Only for you darlin'." Lucas promises, shifting back onto his back as he brings his lover onto his side, the two of them finally settling in for their movie as Aika snoozes between them.
Summary: Need help from Sy and you get more than you bargain for.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count: approx. 3.1k
Warnings: Implied smut, sexual tension.
Authors Note: This came to me in the shower. Mostly unedited, there will be errors. Thanks to @amberangel112 and @henryobsessed for beta reading
Masterlist
Close Shave
“Shit!” you curse, dropping your razor for the tenth time. You look at your ankle and see a tiny trickle of blood. “Fuck,” you mumble. This wasn’t going to work, you were not going to be able to shave your legs with your left hand.
You curse again, this time thinking about the muddy hill that you had slipped on while camping last week and broke your right hand and fractured your wrist. You had to get a cast and now you needed help with nearly everything. Your left is weak and so bad at anything that required fine motor skills that you may as well not even have a hand.
Sighing you turn off the shower and wrap your towel around you before going to your room. You are going to have to reconsider your outfit. It is frustrating because you had bought a new dress especially for your date tonight. You were going to have to wear jeans and that pissed you off because it was too damn hot. Then you remember the maxi dress you wore a couple of weeks ago, it was floor length so you wouldn’t have to shave. You searched your closet for it, then you remembered, it was hand wash only and was hanging in the laundry.
Wrapping the towel around yourself again, you go and get it.
“Oh,” you say, as you try to enter the room. Sy is pulling his clothes out of the dryer. He looks like he is getting ready to go out too, wearing only his black boxer briefs. Sy turns at hearing your voice. His eyes flick so quickly over your body you could almost convince yourself it didn’t happen. Almost.
“Hey, Darlin’.” Sy turns back to the dryer and keeps pulling his clothes into a basket, folding them as he goes. The laundry is small, you can’t get pass Sy to your dress, so you stand back in the hallway and wait for him to finish. Your eyes can’t help but wander over his body. Sy is a big guy, but very fit. Muscular, yet not ripped, his body was obviously powerful, but built for use, not for show. His back is broad, tapering nicely to his waist, his ass is firm and tight, and his thighs are thick, covered in fine dark hair. You are unconsciously biting your lip while watching him, so you shake yourself, forcing yourself to stop ogling him.
“I didn’t know you were home,” you say to explain why you are walking around the house mostly naked.
“I can see that,” Sy replies. Although you can’t see him you can hear the smirk in his voice. “Do ya need somethin’ or are you just enjoyin’ the view.”
Your cheeks feel like they are on fire, he is always saying shit like that. Never about you though, he never sexualised you, just himself. You knew he was a cocky bastard even before you moved in with him having known him so long, but he seemed to get worse once you did. You trust him though, he has never been truly inappropriate with you. You are his best friend’s little sister after all, and he has always been kind to you, even when he teases you.
Ignoring his comment, you say, “I want to get that dress hanging in the corner.”
Sy looks at it, then goes back to folding his clothes. “I thought you had a date tonight.”
“I do.”
“And you’re gonna wear that?”
“Yeah,” you say slowly. “What’s the problem?”
“Nothin’,” Sy says. “If you don’t wanna get laid tonight.”
“Fuck you, Sy,” you say laughing. “It’s too hot for jeans and I can’t shave my legs.”
“Well, it looks like the old lady dress it the winner then.” Sy leans over and gets the dress and hands it to you, then picks up his basket. “Why don’t you shave your legs with your left hand?”
“Tried that.” You turned your leg to show Sy your cut.
Sy gives you a long hard stare while he runs his tongue over his teeth. “Do ya like this guy?”
You’re a bit taken aback by Sy’s question. He never takes an interest in your love life. “Yeah, I do. It’s our second date.”
Sy nods and thinks. “Want me to shave your legs for ya?”
You burst out laughing. “Yeah right, when was the last time you shaved.”
“Fine,” Sy says, shrugging and he walks past you to his room. He looks a little hurt but hides it, you only recognise it because you’ve known him nearly your whole life. “It’s your frumpy ass, Darlin’.”
You look at your dress. Sy is right, it’s really not a dress to wear on a date. For a family picnic or something it would be ok, but it really isn’t sexy enough for a date.
“Hey, Sy.”
“Yup.” Sy turns around, his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth and his jaw juts forward. He looks so cute when he does that.
“Is it too late to take you up on your offer?” You ask a little coyly.
Sy breathes in deeply, his nostrils flare and he shakes his head. “Just gimmie a second to put this stuff away. I’ll meet ya in the bathroom.”
A few minutes later Sy joins you in the bathroom. He hasn’t put any clothes on, still only wearing his boxers. You are still naked under your towel, so you guess you are even. You sit on the edge of the bath, shaving cream and razor at the ready.
“So, how do we do this?” you ask.
Sy steps into the bath and sits on the edge. He jerks his head to indicate you should get in and you follow his instruction. He puts his hands on your hips and guides you to sit on the opposite side of the bath and taps his knee. “Put your foot here.”
You lift your foot and place it on Sy’s knee. You’ve lifted the leg you started on, and Sy turns your ankle to see the small nick on the bone. He runs his thumb over it. “Sore?” he asks softly as he raises his sharp blue eyes to look at you beneath his dark lashes.
Shaking your head, you feel a little breathless and you don’t dare to speak. Sy gives you a small smile before grabbing the shaving cream. He shakes it, then sprays it into his hands, rubbing them together to activate the foam before he starts smoothing it over your leg.
Sy’s touch is surprisingly gentle. He’s firm, but not rough as he works the cream over your shin and calf. The texture of his hands is coarse, his hardened skin and callouses feel abrasive over your sensitive skin. They feel good though, really good, and you find yourself biting on your lip again.
“How high?” Sy asks. It takes you a minute to work out what he means.
“Oh, um, just above my knee,” you stammer. Sy looks up, a smirk curled his lips beneath his bushy beard.
“You’ll have to move your towel a li’l higher.”
You look down as see that he is right. You carefully slide your towel up to your mid thigh, tucking it between your legs, making sure not to flash him. Sy puts more cream on his hands and starts rubbing up your thigh. You stare at his hands because you don’t know where else to look. His hands feel so good that when he takes them away you have to consciously hold back a disappointed groan.
Sy turns on the tap in the bath and washes the cream off his hands, he leaves it slightly running and grabs your razor. He looks at it in disgust.
“No wonder you cut yourself, this blade is shit. Wait there.” Sy says, taking your foot off his knee and placing it on the edge of the bath. He goes to the vanity and fumbles in his draw and brings out a fresh razor of his. He pops the protective cover off and resumes his position, lifting your foot back to his knee.
“I didn’t even know you owned razors,” you say.
“I shave my neck every few days,” Sy says as he slowly positions the blades against your skin and takes his first pass up your leg. He repeats the action before rinsing the cream off the razor and runs his fingers over the small strip he’s done. He nods to himself, seemingly satisfied with the job he’s done and continues. “So, who’s this guy you’re datin’.” Sy tries to sound casual, but you detect a hint of an edge to his voice.
“We aren’t really officially dating,” you say. Sy gives you a look, you don’t know exactly what that look means but you feel the need to explain. “I mean, it’s only our second date.”
“Are you seein’ other people?” he asks.
“I’m not,” you say. “I don’t know about him.”
Sy blinks and tilts his head, still giving you a hard look. Then he shakes his head and keeps going, shaving your calf. He glides his hand over your skin, checking for parts he may have missed. You can’t believe how gently he touches you, how good his coarse fingers feel.
“What?” you ask.
He shakes his head. “It’s nothin’.”
“It’s something”
Sy doesn’t answer for a while, concentrating in your leg. When he’s satisfied, he starts on your knee. “Guys are stupid sometimes, that’s all,” he says. “Don’t know a good thing when they have it.”
You don’t know what to say to that. You don’t know if he’s referring to your date or reminiscing about some girl he used to date. You’re both quiet while he finishes your knee and thigh, until he starts his stroking to check if he’s done a thorough job. His fingers are warm as they touch you and you gulp as they move higher and higher, way past the area he shaved.
Abruptly Sy stops. “Swap,” he says in a clipped tone. You lower your leg and lift the other one. The angle is a little odd and you can’t quite reach his knee. He scoots down the edge of the bath grabbing hold on your ankle until you’re both in a more comfortable position. Sy gets the shaving cream and starts to lather it over your leg.
“Where are you going tonight?” you ask so you don’t have to think about his hands on you again.
“Just down to the bar,” Sy says, dismissively. “A few of the guys’ll be there. They’ll have their old ladies with ‘em so it won’t be too wild.”
You ask him if his girlfriend will be there. You haven’t seen her around since he got back from his last deployment a couple of months ago.
Sy pauses and gives you a weird look, then finishes spreading the foam on your thigh. He rinses his hands and says softly, “We broke up just before I deployed.”
“Sy,” you say, unable to keep the surprise from your voice. Instinctually you reach out at touch his arm. “I’m sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sy looks at your hand on his arm. You quickly snatch it back as if his skin had burned you. Sy picks up the razor again and says, “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for.” He looks up at you, blue eyes flashing. “I broke up with her anyway.”
“Oh,” you say, confused. “Why?”
Sy doesn’t talk for a while concentrating on his task. Eventually he shrugs, “It wasn’t goin’ anywhere. I wasn’t gonna ask her to wait for me.” His fingers slide over your shin. You can’t tell if you’re imagining it but it feels like his touch is becoming more like a caress by the second. He seems to be taking longer too, checking, and rechecking each pass.
Glancing at Sy you see his brows are furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip sucked into his mouth. You watch his eyes as he follows the slow path of his fingers over your calf and notice his chest puffing with each breath. Suddenly this whole thing feels inappropriate, too intimate and your heart starts beating fast, erratic as Sy starts to shave your thigh. His fingers brush the back of your knee, and you shiver.
Sy’s eyes flick up and meet yours. His eyes seem on fire, a naked display of desire. You watch as he licks his lips. “You ok, baby?” Baby. He’s never called you that before.
You nod slowly. What the fuck was happening? Your muscles start to tremble, your mouth feels dry as Sy’s hands start to rub your leg. His touch is harder now, as if he is feeling you for his pleasure, his task forgotten as he turns off the water.
“Are you finished?” you murmur softly.
“Yeah,” Sy says, huskily, his eyes don’t leave yours. “Your legs are smooth ‘n soft. They feel real nice.”
Oh God. This isn’t happening, Sy’s not coming onto you. Not right now, no way. And you’re not getting aroused. You don’t feel your core clench every time he licks his lips. You don’t feel your wetness welling between your legs. You don’t feel the soft cotton of the towel tickling and rubbing against your nipples, your skin so electrified by his touch. You don’t feel like every breath is a struggle. And despite knowing your lips have parted, you definitely don’t want to feel Sy’s kiss.
Sy slides along the edge of the bath until he is opposite you. He lowers your foot and puts his hands on your knees, his thumbs knead the inside of your thighs. You feel like a startled deer, frozen in place, unable to comprehend what’s happening. Never in your wildest dreams did you think Sy saw you as anything other than his best friends annoying little sister. Of course, you had a crush on him when you were a teenager, it was hard not to, but you grew out of it didn’t you?
“Want me to stop, baby?” Sy asks as his hands move up your thigh.
“Yes,” you say softly, but you found yourself shaking your head.
Sy chuckles. “Which is it, sugar?”
“Why are you doing this?” you ask.
“’Cause I don’t wantcha to go on your date.”
“Why?”
“Ain’t I makin’ it obvious, baby?” Sy lifts a hand to the side of your neck and leans forward until your noses nearly touch. “Can’t ya see… How bad… how long… I’ve wanted you.” Sy’s eyes seem darker, his focus intense as his thumb strokes your cheek.
You stare back at him, still disbelieving, still unable to do anything but breathe. Sy sighs and breaks eye contact, dropping his head.
“Alright,” Sy says, his voice sounds resigned. He looks up at you with a forced smile. “Worth a shot, huh, Darlin’?” He withdraws his hands and takes a deep breath, slapping his knees. “Well, alright.” He gives you another forced smile and stands up.
He thinks you don’t want him, you realise too late as he steps out of the bath. You grab his wrist, as you stand up too, you don’t want him to think that. He turns slightly, looking at your hand wrapped in a baby blue cast, fingers gripping his forearm tight.
“Sy, I…” you hesitate. What do you say? “You’re not messing with me?”
Sy’s arm wraps around your waist, his other holds the back of your head. “Not even a li’l bit,” he murmurs.
Tentatively, you put your hands on his cheeks and slide your fingers through his bushy beard, his whiskers long enough that they felt soft, barely prickling your skin. Sy closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he hums. If you required any proof that his advances were real, his reaction was what you needed.
Bringing your face to his you close your eyes and gently press your lips against his. His arm tightens and his hand pushes your face closer. He kisses you back immediately, his lips are firm against yours trying to dominate the kiss. He moans into your mouth as his tongue finds yours and his hands roam your body. Yours do the same, sliding down over his shoulders your hands feel the woolly curls across his chest and the hard muscle beneath them.
“Fuck baby,” Sy’s deep voice rumbles in his chest as he whispers. “You want me too.” Sy opens his eyes, his hand moves to your neck again, and his thumb caresses your throat. You don’t know if you can speak, so you nod and Sy kisses you again. You thought he was controlling before, but now it’s all him, his kiss consumes you, commands your mouth and all you can do is willingly submit. You feel his hand slide up your thigh, raising the towel higher and higher until his fingers are kneading the flesh of your bare ass.
Sy puts both hands on your ass and lifts you out of the bath. You cling to his neck and he doesn’t break his kiss until he carries you to his room and puts you on the ground. For a moment he just stands there looking at you his hands on you shoulders. He moves them down to the top of your arms, rubbing them gently. Then his fingers slide along your towel until he gets to the part where you had tucked the corner in. He pauses there, his eyes asking the question.
Your short shallow breaths make your chest puff. How far was this going to go? How far were you going to take it? If you take the towel off, that was it, you were naked, completely exposed.
“You gotta talk to me, baby,” Sy says. Then he echoes your thoughts. “You gotta tell me how far you want this to go. We could stop right now, pretend this never happened, or we can keep goin’. I gotta tell ya though, if we keep goin’, then your mine, I ain’t lettin’ you go.”
You lick your lips, giving you time to think. This isn’t a one night thing for Sy, he is serious. Is that what you want, could you be with Sy? You got on well, you like his company, he makes you laugh, and fuck he is so hot he makes you weak. He is everything you want, everything you had always wanted, but you had buried those feelings so deep it was hard to let them out
“I…” your voice was hoarse, the words were hard to say. You swallow hard and try again. “Sy, I’ve wanted to be yours for as long as I can remember.” You reach up and open your towel letting it drop to the floor.
I agree! If you ever feel inclined to do so, of course!
My heart actually beat fast at this. The tension really was so perfect. And the situation was really intense, too, like such a personal thing. Of course Sy takes charge. Of course Sy is perfect. Of course he wants her. I LOVE A FRIEND’S LITTLE SISTER TROPE, btw. PINING.
vignette: In the eyes of Aika, Y/N instantly became the dog's mama. And therefore Aika protects Y/N just as fiercely as Syverson.
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When Y/N started staying with Sy for long periods of time, Aika made her happiness very obvious.
Sy started calling Aika “Y/N’s shadow” with the way his dog followed her around. He teased them both about it, but deep down it warmed his heart. It was always a good sign when your pets approved of your partner and loved them. Sy didn’t know how he would’ve handled the situation if Aika seemed to dislike Y/N in any way.
It actually gave Sy a piece of mind that Aika was so attached to his girlfriend. He never expected Y/N to ever be in any sort of danger. They lived in the middle of nowhere after all.
But he did wish that Y/N had Aika when she was living in New York City by herself. After all, that’s when he was most worried about her.
Sy just got back from the hardware store when he saw Y/N walking out the front door in workout clothes and running shoes. Aika was prancing alongside her.
“Where you off to?” Sy asked with a smirk.
“Gonna go for a run,” Y/N pointed in the general direction of the main road. “Finished work early.”
Sy nodded. “Got your phone?”
“Mhmm,” she hummed.
There was an edge to her gaze, proving that she was catching his overprotective streak showing once again.
When Y/N’s walking reached him, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. Her eyes glanced at the bed of his truck. “Need help unloading this stuff?”
“Nope. Go on,” and he smacked her butt.
Y/N yelped. “Rude!”
She should be used to it. Really. She should. But it still caught her off guard every time.
Sy was a handsy man. And when the two of them stopped being idiots and finally allowed themselves to be in an official relationship, he somehow got even handsier. Sy was a physical person, and he would always show his love and attraction to Y/N long before he verbalized it.
Aika whined and laid down next to Sy, chin on her front paws as she watched Y/N walk to the end of his long drive way.
Sy felt sorry for the poor thing. “Go on. Go with your mama.”
Aika’s head snapped up to look at her master.
Sy whistled down at the dog and nodded in Y/N’s direction.
Aika didn’t need to be told again, and jumped up, sprinting to catch up to Y/N.
She barked at Y/N when she was a few yards away.
And Sy laughed as he saw Y/N stop in her tracks and giggle at the dog, petting her for a moment before she finally started her jog.
Aika was in good shape and Sy knew she’d be able to keep up with her.
He expected Y/N to be just fine, but having Aika with her gave him an extra peace of mind. That dog would die before she let anything happen to Y/N.
Sometimes Aika would even get snappy with Sy when she thought Y/N was in danger. Sometimes their… "heated moments" could come off as something else to the poor dog. And there were a few times where Aika didn’t hesitate to bark or nip at Sy when she thought he was hurting Y/N in some way.
Y/N got a real kick out of it, always falling into a fit of giggles.
Meanwhile, Sy would mumble something about putting Aika up for adoption.
But Y/N knew nothing would ever push Sy to treat Aika as anything other than his child.
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Sy leaned down to carefully give Y/N her mug of tea.
Y/N was on her period. And even though she was quiet about it, Sy knew she was always in a lot of pain the first day or two of her cycle.
He tried to subtly coddle her so she wouldn’t feel like he was babying her or make her realize that he could obviously tell when it was that time of the month.
“Thank you,” Y/N told him softly as she took a sip of the tea.
“I’d offer to cuddle with you… but seems you already got someone to cover that,” Sy said gruffly as he looked down at his dog.
Aika was scrunched into a ball on top of Y/N, acting like she was a lap dog instead of a giant 70-pound German Shepherd. Her eyes peered up at her owner innocently.
Y/N smirked at her boyfriend's obvious annoyance and disappointment.
She pet Aika with her free hand and said, “Female camaraderie, Sy. Nothing can compete with that.”
Sy scoffed. Then he gave Aika a warning look as he snapped his finger and pointed to the other side of the giant couch.
He didn’t need to say anything more. Aika got up and moved over for her owner.
Sy was as about as alpha male as a man could get. And the way Aika responded to his commands was just further evidence of that.
“Heyyyy!” Y/N whined, missing the warmth of their pet.
Ignoring her complaint, Syverson manhandled her so she was moved onto his lap.
He raised his eyebrows at her, “You 'bout to try an’ tell me prefer the company of yer dog over yer boyfriend.”
Y/N’s mouth opened to do just that. But then she got a whiff of his scent and was immediately warmed by his furnaced of a body.
Sy grumbled. “Don’t ya forget: dog ain’t able to get rid of them cramps of yours like I can.”
Y/N looked dumbfounded, realizing the hidden meaning of what he was saying.
Sy seemed deeply satisfied with her shocked silence and reached for the television remote. “That’s what I thought…”
A few minutes later, Aika slowly made her way closer to them, gently placing her chin on the top of Sy’s thigh.
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Y/N was blasting music and dancing around the kitchen.
Sy had gone out to drink with the boys – a rarity for him.
He always felt guilty about leaving Y/N alone at the house, and even tried to convince her to come along.
“Oh, fuck no!” She had laughed. “I’m not going to be that girl who crashes boys’ night and convinces herself they don’t have a problem with it.”
But that meant having the house to herself and dancing around with her wine.
It was all fun and games...
Until Aika’s hackles were raised and the dog started snarling at the side door, and then the snarling quickly turned into aggressive barking.
Y/N’s heart started racing.
Yes, Aika barked all the time. But it was more of a heads up to her or Sy.
But this was a threatening and protective stance, putting her body between Y/N and the side door.
Y/N knew something was wrong from how Aika was behaving.
Ever so carefully, she tiptoed to the door that Aika was barking at, her heart beating so hard and fast that she had her hand over it as if that would do anything to calm it.
She hoped to find nothing outside the house, that Aika just heard a raccoon or a coyote or something like that.
Why couldn’t she be right about that?
When she peaked through the door’s top window, Y/N was horrified to see the flood lights suddenly flash on.
It wasn’t an animal.
It was a person.
A man – whose silhouette was the only thing Y/N could make out.
And it definitely was not Syverson. This guy was far too short and thin to be her boyfriend. And Aika wouldn’t be losing it over her owner walking around the property.
The figure was walking away from the house, but was setting off censors for the lights around the property to go off.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Y/N muttered and she sprinted around the house suddenly to make sure all the doors on the first floor were locked.
Aika followed her around, turning into a guard dog.
Y/N ran to the kitchen, grabbed the rolling pin, and sprinted upstairs.
She closed the master bedroom behind her, locking the door, and then went into the master bedroom and jumped into the tub.
Aika, who had been on her heels the whole time, placed herself between Y/N and the bathroom door.
Y/N’s fingers were shaking as she pulled her phone from her pocket and went to her recent contacts.
“Miss me already, darlin’?” Sy answered on the third ring.
“Hiiiii,” Y/N said nervously, keeping her voice quiet as if the intruder was already in the house. “Can you…umm…can you come home?”
“What’s wrong?” Sy was no longer playful, but dead serious.
The background noise was no longer there – which meant as soon as she spoke, he knew something was wrong and immediately left the bar to go outside.
“Aika just started barking like crazy and-and-and I looked outside and there’s some guy walking around the farm.”
“Where are you right now?” Sy asked.
Y/N heard metal jiggling, which meant Sy already had his keys in his hand and was getting into his car.
“Umm. I-I’m hiding in the the bathroom,” Y/N mumbled shakily.
“Aika with you?” Sy asked as he started his car.
“Mhmm. She’s right here.”
“Good. I’m on my way home right home. Stay on the phone.”
Y/N didn’t say anything.
“Y/N? Alright? Yer gon’ stay on the phone with me ’til I get there.”
“Right.”
Sy didn’t force her to talk, wanting her to try and listen if the intruder broke into the house. But every few minutes, he’d ask if she was still OK.
Taking a break from being a guard dog, Aika whined and licked Y/N’s face, clearly sensing her distress and trying to comfort her mom. It was like the dog knew Sy was on his way and they’d be safe soon.
It should’ve taken Syverson 25-30 minutes to get home from the bar he was at.
But Y/N heard his pickup skidding to a stop in 15. So, she could only imagine how fast he was driving.
“It’s just me walking in,” Sy warned Y/N on the phone.
Then she heard his hurried, but heavy, steps coming up the stairs.
The next thing she heard was, “Stay in the bathroom, Y/N.”
From the sound of his footsteps, she could tell he was going to the room that had the locker full of guns. She never went in that room. It made her uncomfortable. And it was a reminder that Sy had a different relationship and opinions about guns.
“Sy, what are you doing?” She asked nervously.
“Stay where you are. If I’m not back in 15 minutes, call the cops.”
That’s the last thing she heard him say before he hung up. But then she could follow his footsteps back down the stairs and out the same door that Aika had originally been barking at.
She tried to listen, terrified that she might eventually hear gun shots.
But there was nothing.
Y/N’s heart raced when she heard footsteps coming back into the house just five minutes later.
“Y/N! It’s just me!” Sy called from downstairs before he hurried up the stairs.
Aika whined, hearing her owner, but still standing guard in front of Y/N.
Sy was fiddling with the door into the master bedroom.
And Y/N realized that he was easily unlocking the doors. But she then remembered that there was a key hidden on top of the doorframe on the other side of the master bedroom, and it could open up any of the interior doors.
‘Fuck,’ Y/N thought. ‘Forgot about that…’
Syverson opened the bathroom door to find Y/N still in the bathtub with her left arm curled around her legs that were tucked to her chest and her other hand holding the rolling pin.
Aika barked at him, almost as if she was asking, ‘Where the hell have you been!?’
As soon as Syvseron stepped into the bathroom, Y/N jumped out of the tub and tackled him into a hug.
Sy held her close. “It’s alright, darlin'. You’re alright. I gotcha.”
After a few minutes, Y/N pulled away.
That was when she noticed Sy looking behind her at the rolling pin that she’d left in the bathtub.
“Not a knife?” Sy tried to hide his amusement.
Her face got hot with embarrassment. “Statistically people who use knives to protect themselves are more likely to hurt themselves than their attacker,” Y/N mumbled.
“That so?” But his face was serious, he knew better than to laugh at her when she was scared.
She ignored his question and asked, “What happened? Did you find him?”
Sy sighed. “It was Lawson.”
Y/N immediately recognized the name. It was one of the farm hands. He was a sweet, old man that really shouldn’t be working as much and as hard as he did. But he didn’t like to sit still. So Sy found easy tasks for him to do around the farm.
“Old man realized he forgot his damn phone here, and came lookin’ for it. He doesn’t have my number memorized, so he couldn’t call to give a heads up.”
Y/N now bowed her head in embarrassment, realizing that she panicked for no reason.
“Hey, now. Don’t you go and do that,” Sy warned her, gripping her chin to lift her head.
But Y/N pulled her face away from his touch and buried it in Sy’s chest to hide.
“Now all your friends and workers are going to think I’m a fucking baby…” her words were muffled by his body.
“No, no, no,” he rubbed her back. “You did exactly what you were supposed to do.”
Syverson knew Y/N didn’t always like the feeling of the big open country.
During the day, yeah, it was relaxing and beautiful.
But at night, the quiet and darkness made her uneasy. Y/N was used to light pollution from countless city lights and always hearing people nearby – no matter the time of night.
Anytime Sy left her home alone at night, he could tell Y/N got uneasy. While she would return home at night to see Sy sitting on the porch outside, Y/N would never be found alone outside at night. She wouldn't even take Aika for a walk, instead sending her outside alone and calling her back inside a few minutes later.
“Darlin’, you did exactly what you were supposed to do,” Sy continued telling her. “You call me whenever you’re scared. Alright?”
But Y/N was still embarrassed.
“I’m sorry I interrupted your boy’s night because I’m such a wuss,” she mumbled.
“Y/N,” Sy’s voice was firm now – or as she called it, his captain voice, “No more apologies. When yer scared, you call me. That’s how it works. Ya hear me?”
Y/N finally let his words sink in and she nodded.
“Lawson felt like shit when I explained that he scared the bejesus outta ya. I’m sure he’ll apologize to you on Monday.”
Y/N let out a big sigh. Finally the adrenaline was leaving her body and Sy's presence was slowly calming her down.
Aika suddenly barked, grabbing their attention.
Sy let out a laugh and bent down to pet the dog. “You did good, girl. Protectin’ your mama. Good girl.”
Aika’s tail wagged even harder from the praise and licked Sy’s face.
So I accidentally deleted my blog because I am just stupid and I don’t know how to use Tumblr properly. For those who appreciated my initial post, thank you so much! And I am sorry, I am still trying to learn Tumblr posting. Also this is my first post ever, so please no hating. Thank you.
“God damn it woman, where were you, in a freezer!?” The man above her hisses as he contracted his abdomen, curling his spine like a cat, trying to pull away from the blocks of ice that were his fiancé's hands. “I am sorry!” the woman beneath him laughed loudly, retracting her hands from underneath his t-shirt, hiding them beneath her butt. “ You know how cold I get.” she murmurs apologetically, leaning up to press a kiss to his scruffy cheek before wiggling away from beneath his form. “ C'mere, queen of ice. ” he grunted, his arm circling her waist and pulling her flush to his heated body which elicited a sharp squeak of surprise from her. Lucas clenched his jaw as cold seeped even through the material of her socks when her feet came into contact with his shins. “God, damn it” he cursed again, catching her cold hands in between both of his, rubbing some warmth into her bony fingers.
Y/n giggled in delight, his disbelief somehow amusing to her as she snuggled into her own personal heater.“ You know, maybe wearing long pants and long sleeved shirts might help you get warm.” he eyed her bare legs critically, usually appreciating her wearing only a pair of panties and his t-shirt, but now as he rubbed his thigh along her cool skin, he couldn’t say the same. “ Jesus, woman.” he grumbled, rolling her into her favorite blanket, making more or less a burrito out of her. “ How do you survive winter, I will never understand.” Syverson rumbled, tucking her into the fluffy material before maneuvering her until she was resting her head onto his chest, gathered into the crook of his arm. “Talent and a lot of layering, as much as I love winter, I suffer a lot. My toes sometimes turn blue even wearing my thickest socks.” She confessed, sneaking out a finger to play with the material of his shirt, her cheeks and ears slowly but surely turning a pleasantly rosy colour as her limbs slowly starting to warm up.
Cobalt blue orbs studied her features carefully, satisfied with the colour returning to her cheeks before snorting in astonishment. “How did you not lose your toes??” Syverson shook his head, rubbing his large palm up down her back, lips lifting at one corner when he saw her eyelids slowly growing heavier as the warmth relaxed her trembling limbs. “I don’t know, guess I was lucky I could warm up each time.” she slurred, resting her head heavily onto his shoulder, yawning delicately into the soft blanket. “ And now I have you to keep me warm.” Y/n murmured with drowsy smile, rubbing her cheek into his shoulder with the odd resemblance of a cat, body slowly getting heavier as her shivering, tight muscles loosened.
“That’s right baby girl, you have me now.” Lucas smiled fondly at his lover, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before pressing her body closer to his. “You have me now.”
I want to thank you @littlefreya and @zealoushound for being so kind as to encourage me to post my first blurb. It means a lot to me. Also thank you for allowing me to tag you to me work and hopefully you’ll give me feedback. I hope you enjoy my little try at Syverson x Reader and I want to apologize if there are any mistakes but English isn’t my first language. Thank you, again. Sending you lots of hugs.
“That’s right baby girl, you have me now.” Lucas smiled fondly at his lover, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead before pressing her body closer to his. “You have me now.”
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Everything about this is so beautiful! I loved it!!
Keep me on your tag is, please! I would love to read your future stories! ❤️
Everything about this is so beautiful! I loved it!!
Keep me on your tag is, please! I would love to read your future stories! ❤️
Thank you so much, I am so happy that my first post has received so much positive reaction! Of course, I will add you! I hope you'll enjoy my future stories! ❤️❤️❤️
Also, if you don't mind, could you explain how these tag lists work? I am still new to using Tumblr as a fanfiction writer so I am a bit lost. Thank you!
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