Pairings: None, I dont even think Reader likes Sy let alone "likes" him.
Fandoms: Sandcastle, Henry Cavill characters
Word count: 1234
Type: dystopian, survival, post apocalyptic.
Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. End of the world as we know it. Some use of guns, lock picks and horribly disrespectful hand gestures.
Summary: Reader is out on a supply run with Syverson.
Author's Note: not betaed. I admit I channeled my writing for The Walking Dead while working on this. But what else was I supposed to with the challenge of writing this for @the-slumberparty's Week One Game I Spy where i ended up with the Theme: Survival and the Setting: post apocalyptic? Bolded words are the ones supplied in the rules to the game. I managed to get all 3 in here.
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You were glad to be out doing something, happy that Spring had finally arrived and Winter had pissed off, at least for now. What you weren’t so pleased about was your partner on this trip. You got why Syverson was who in your rag-tag bunch of survivors was in charge of supply runs. But his on-point, nonsense, all the fucking time was wearing on you. You haven't seen any threats in months! No strangers, no wandering groups of other survivors moving in to take potential supplies. You weren’t sure you were gonna be able to take another couple days of recon with him.
You found yourself behind him, making faces at one of the other 2 person teams you were out with. Janet and Tim tried to keep straight faces as Sy gave them nonverbal instructions with you mocking each of his movements in earnest. With a growl and a pop of his neck, he turned back to you as the others headed towards the house next door to the one you were walking up to. “Can you not do that shit while we are out in the world? It’s barely tolerable when we are home-“ as if a recreated 18th century fort in the middle of a state park was any sort of home - “but out here, you need to cut the grab ass.”
You couldn’t stop the eye roll even if you wanted to, but you should have stopped the mocking salute. “ Sir. Yes, Sir.”
In a millisecond, you found yourself smashed against the wall beside the front door with a rather pissed off military officer in your face. “I will leave your ass out here without a second thought if I think you are going to endanger us.” His arm was bent across your collarbone, painfully digging into you, a breath’s distance from your windpipe. His steely blue eyes were frosty and unwavering as you tried to remember you needed to draw in air.
“Got it,” you eek out in a soft voice.
With a small emphatic amount of added pressure to your chest, Syverson dropped his arm and waved his hand at the front door. “You’re up,” he muttered to you, stepping to the side and turning his attention to your surroundings.
You had no idea that learning how to pick locks in college was going to come in handy in such a fashion, but you pulled your pick kit out of your cargo pants and selected the proper tools for the deadbolt on this door. After a few fiddly moments, the lock gave way under your ministrations which you announced with a small exclamation of glee.
You stepped away as Sy reached for the handle, turning it slowly as you swapped your tool kit for your side arm and flashlight. This part you took as seriously as he did. You never knew who or what was beyond lock doors, especially when you were scavaging for supplies. When the world ended 14 months ago, people slipped back into their baser instincts, kill or be killed ruled the world more now than it ever did before.
The two of you cleared the first floor with practiced ease. The home appeared to be a basic suburban middle class home. The family who lived here- mom, dad and 2 perfect children plus an adorable Labrador retriever if the photos on the walls were to be believed - seemed to have locked the door that last fateful day, going off to work and school, never to return again.
Heading to the stairs to the next floor, rounding an end table holding a long dead bouquet of flowers, you found yourself praying for the family as you often did while clearing homes on supply runs. You prayed they were ok, that they survived and if they did they were all as ok as they could be in this world.
Following the broad back wrapped in sweaty, dirty cotton, you were able to clear the rooms on the second floor quickly. Dropping his long arm to his side, Sy nodded to you, even though you already knew the drill. “See what’s of use up here, I’m gonna have a look downstairs.”
Sliding the hand gun into the holster on your hip, you pulled a zippered tote bag from your backpack as he headed to his own assignment. You made quick work of the kids' bedrooms. Not much of value there. You had so few kids in your group any more anyway, the illnesses taking most of them early on. You swiped a pink bunny holding a red heart for Abby, the 16 year old that had basically become your little sister since the world ended.
Heading to the master bedroom, you began rifling through dressers and closets, stuffing useful clothes into the bag in your hand, leaving the frills, lace and heels alone. Pulling open a final drawer, you whistled low at the treasure trove of personal delights you had stumbled upon. None of the toys were probably of any use to you or the group back home, but you did stuff the arm and ankle leather cuffs into the bag along with their restraints and a couple pairs of well made handcuffs . You were not thinking you needed them for anything more than keeping someone from hurting themselves or others, not for the original intent of them. Though somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered what Syverson would think of them. You guessed he was likely just as uptight about that as he was about recon.
Sweeping through the closet for needed clothes and other bits, you wandered back out into the bedroom. Something shiny on top of the dresser next to the closet caught your eye. Money had long since been deemed useless by everyone you had come across, frivolous as anything else useless including jewelry. Didn’t stop you from running your fingers over the delicate gold chain laid on the lace covered wooden top. They paused over the tiny diamond pendant, barely a breath of a stone, but stunning nonetheless. With only a hint of guilt the old you would have felt you swept it up and clasped it around your neck, tucking it under your shirt collars. Patting it once, you reached for your backpack and the tote bag now filled past the zipper’s capacity.
Quietly, you made your way downstairs to find Syverson carefully repacking the bag at his feet, tugging it closed. “We good?” you asked before he could.
With a nod and grunt, he stood to his full height, pulling the bag up to his bulky shoulder. With a jerk of his chin, he asks if you want him to take yours from you. Your response is just a shake of yours, stubborn to let him help you. God forbid he thought for two seconds you were not actually pulling your weight. You’d be regulated to kitchen duties or some other monotonous task instead of never being allowed out of the palisades of your home. You’d rather choke on a rattlesnake than face that as your lot in life.
Sy paused on the front porch, waiting for you to relock the deadbolt, re-securing the house on the off chance someone wouldn’t come along and bust down the door to get at the contents. Syverson was an odd duck. But you had to admit you were glad he was on your side.
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henlo this is entry 1/12 for @some-piece sapphic challenge. One WLW writing for each month of the year. Please check out the challenge if you’re interested! I have a little catchup to do, but I do plan on publishing 12 drabbles this year. Today, our queen Robin!
No warnings. 2nd Person Female reader.
… and then he took his sword, charged forward and-
Your eyes wandered away from the words again. Just how many times had you tried reading this sentence? You’d guess about three hundred times, but just like you lost track of the pages, you also completely lost track of numbers. And there was only one reason for it.
Your eyes wandered from the paper, away from the book, to the figure sitting on the couch next to you. Robin was sitting at a polite distance, a serene expression on her face as she turned the page and kept on reading, seemingly not noticing how you had been staring at your book without turning a page for well over half an hour now.
Her eyes were focused, moving as she scanned all the sentences, and you inwardly wished they'd just flick up to look at you, even though you weren't too sure if you'd survive direct eye contact at this point.
Her dark hair was framing her face perfectly, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to run your fingers through her soft locks, twirling them around your index finger, softly touching her cheek, leaning in and-
‘Calm the fuck down y/n’ you thought to yourself, feeling your face already heat up. You shouldn’t be thinking such things. Not about your precious nakama, not about Robin. She was way too perfect for you anyway. She was everything and you were… well, nothing much compared to her. You were already more than happy to call her a friend, you couldn’t possibly ask for more. Such greed would only come back to bite you in the ass.
You closed your book, standing up to walk past Robin, your free hand accidentally brushing her leg as you walked by. You retracted the hand as fast as you could, as if a jolt of electricity had sparked between the two of you that now coursed through your whole body. Well, might as well, since that’s exactly what it felt like.
“Everything okay y/n? You seem a little off today?”
Her voice was like music to your ears and it was another drop to the already metaphorically overflowing bucket as you let out a sound that wasn’t entirely human before you just nodded.
“Yeah, this book was just… not what I expected, I think I want something different.”
You didn’t make eye contact, nor did you turn around, eyes trained on the shelves filled with books before you as you tried to put the book you had been trying to ready away. You heard Robin shift and stand up from the couch, and your heart started thumping more rapidly in your chest as you heard -no, felt her approach.
A soft hand was placed upon yours and helped you place the book on the shelf properly. You jumped at the sudden contact, bumping into Robin before you panickedly turned around and now you were face to face with her. She just smiled. Why was she so pretty?
“What kind of book were you looking for then?” She had this playful smirk on her face and was just a little too close for you to think clearly. You gulped, swallowing an invisible lump in your throat.
“Maybe something more…. romantic?” your voice was easily an octave higher as you stared back into her eyes nervously.
She smiled knowingly, tapping her chin as if she was thinking, before leaning in and planting a kiss upon your lips. It was the softest contact, and you weren’t even sure if it had actually happened until she spoke up.
“A bit like that?”
“I- ehmm- no, yeah- I”
She chuckled. “real life is always better than the books”
Aight so it’s been like 2 years since I was like heyyyyyy I’m gonna start writing on this blog and I wrote like 2 things and vanished cuz I’m literally a terrible person but IM BACK which only matters to like the three people who sent me requests. If you’re even still on tumblr I’ll never know. But to the person who sent me the voltron keith request I am working on it, I have like 2 paragraphs done on it that I’ve managed to write in two years, pathetic I know. But I promise it will be done before the world ends... maybe, depends on how fast that approaches... and to the person who sent me the request for a hufflepuff x slytherin fic I have some new ideas for that which will hopefully send me on the right track to finishing it. In the meantime my writers block broke with an idea for a Chris Evans fic, which I am totally on that bullshit rn, just all over it, don’t know why but the past week has been all Chris Evans. So I just finished that up tonight, getting my good friend who edited the Loki one shot to edit it soon and hopefully I will have it up either tomorrow or the next day. So to all you Chris Evans fanatics out there, if you’re even looking at this, this ones for you since I’m now like fully in your world. Anyway so I guess that’s that, look forward to at least three new fics coming soon a rn again if anyone wants to request anything you can! Just know I am very very slow but also very sorry about ghosting for two years so like I’m motivated to make it up to y’all.
With love, a very apologetic, not even successful fic writer, Em ❤️
Monthly Challenge August explanation | MC August Week 3 ❤️
Genre: Romantic Fluff
Summary: Mingi surprises you on your romantic vacation - not just once!
Word count: 923
Written by: Admin Arin
Author's note: Here‘s week 3 (a little late, sorry ❤️) of the august challenge! This time, the moodboard comes from Admin J.Kay. Of course she chose Mingi to be the protagonist of her story! Since I hear a lot about him every day, I think (or hope) I portrayed him well. So, Admin J.Kay, I really hope you like this little something, and that it makes your evening a little sweeter! ❤️
Here‘s the moodboard!
(Pictures are not mine, all credit to the original creators)
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Everything was just perfect. Even though you were shivering because of the cold water, it was just perfect. Midnight swims in fancy hotel pools really were a thing you never knew you needed.
You felt arms wrap around your waist, and a chin being layed onto your shoulder from behind. Of course Mingi noticed that you were getting cold, like he always does. You instantly stopped shivering in his warm embrace, your face even turning a bit hot.
„Do you like it here?“, he asked you softly. You nodded, smiling. Of course you liked it. Spending a few days in a beautiful hotel in a city at a gorgeous beach with your boyfriend was the best thing that could have ever happened this summer.
„You know what“, he continued, this time whispering right into your ear. „I planned something even better.“
You looked at him, puzzled, while he made his way to the edge of the pool and lifted himself up, giving you a very good view of his muscular back. „Come out and get dressed, we‘re heading to the beach!“, he exclaimed excitedly, while turning around, smiling brighter than the sun ever could.
Only a few minutes later you were walking down some stone stairs, the beach only a few steps away. It was still very dark, so you tightly held Mingis hand, who was walking in front of you, all the way down. He carried a big basket in his other hand, which still made you very confused, because he just wouldn‘t tell you what‘s inside. You‘ll see, he said. Pouting at him also didn‘t help, which usually works all the time. You looked at his back, and you realized that he was wearing a vibrant, slightly darker red shirt. It strongly reminded you of red roses, which made you remember the last time he surprised you with a bouquet of beautiful red roses, when you came home after a stressful day.
As soon as you reached the last stone slab both of you stopped to take off your shoes. Your first step onto the sand felt incredibly soft and cozy, since the sand was still warm because of the strong sunlight yesterday. Still holding Mingis even softer and warmer hand, he gently pulled you with him, going a bit closer to the water, but just as far away so you wouldn‘t get wet.
„Turn around and close your eyes for two minutes. And no peeking!“, he said while he put his hands on your shoulders, turning you around, so you faced the water. „What? Why?“, you asked, quite puzzled. „It won‘t be a surprise anymore if you see me prepare it! So no more questions!“
You let him do what he wanted to do, and centered all your attention on the wide sea. The sky became a little bit brighter, while the sea was still dark, but vibrantly blue. You could see some little clouds heading towards you, already tinted in a pastel orange color. The sun must be about to go up, you thought, just as Mingi told you to turn around. Excited to see the surprise, you whirled around. And what you saw was the most romantic looking view you could imagine.
Mingi put down a red blanket, and sprinkled loads of red rose petals onto it. There was some cake, strawberries, cherries and a bottle of red wine. Everything was colored red, which made your heart jump in excitement.
Romantic beach picnics being your favorite thing to do during vacations, you were speechless. You already kind of expected something like this, but it still blew you away. You looked at Mingi, who was standing there, in the middle of the rose petals, holding a big, beautiful red rose, admiring you with a soft smile on his face. His shirt was the same color as the rose, which made the whole scene look incredibly aestethic. You took a few slow steps towards him, but just before you were able to say something, he stopped you: „Y/N, turn around again.“ Confused about what other surprise there could be left, you did as he said, and the next thing you saw was one of the most gorgeous sceneries you have ever seen during your entire life. The sun started to rise, and the whole sky and sea were painted in a wonderful shade of orangey red. Being hit by the first sunbeams, the waves were sparkling and glittering, and the clouds looked like straight out of a painting. You were so stunned at the view that you couldn‘t close your mouth anymore, so you just stared at the mesmerizing ocean view - until a hand holding a small object appeared in your vision. It was a silver ring.
„I guess it‘s a bit too early to get married, but I would still like to give you a little symbol of the promise I’m about to make. I promise to be yours, forever and always“, he said softly, while putting the beautiful ring onto your finger. You couldn‘t say anything. Your emotions and thoughts were already on a rollercoaster in your mind, but they just went top speed through multiple vertical loops. Mingi noticed how taken aback you were, and just giggled quietly, with a proud, but slightly shy smile. He held your hand for a few seconds to admire his little promise gift, until he noticed tears rolling down your cheeks. After wiping some of the droplets off your face, he pulled you in for a tight hug. „Be mine forever. Promise?“
Henlo all! This is my contribution to @burnthoneymint‘s birthday challenge! I hope you will enjoy it! Thank you Sil for hosting this wonderful event, and a very early happy birthday to you <3
Prompt: Prompt: Person A gets injured on their birthday so they have to stay in, Person B tries to cheer Person A up.
I took some liberties with the prompt but the main idea of it is still there! I hope you don’t mind love (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
2nd person. Fem Reader. Mentions of injuries. Other than that, fluff!
Ace was a ball of youthful energy. Always up for new adventures, always up for fun times. So when you had announced you maybe wanted to do something for your birthday this year, he had gotten to overenthusiastically planning out a bunch of unrealistic concepts. Multiple times you had to step on the break for him and remind him that: a, you were on a ship in the middle of the ocean, b, you would not be stopping for supplies anytime soon and c, that you still would have chores and such to do.
Ace pouted a little at the way you managed to block off all his huge party ideas, but had to admit that you were right about it all. You were snuggling in bed when you told him what you would appreciate most:
“What if we swap chores with someone so we have a day to ourselves? Maybe we can convince Thatch to make me a special birthday meal and y’know… just hang out? It has been a while since we’ve had some time for just the two of us.”
Ace let out a hum in response. Sure, you had a point, and sure, it sounded like a great plan, but was this really how you wanted to spend your birthday? It was nothing more special than any other day off, save for the special meal that he wasn’t even sure Thatch would have the time for. He looked at you as you turned around in his arms, your eyes bright with the expectation for him to agree with your (simple) plan. He simply couldn’t resist those puppy eyes and nodded, dipping down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
“Sure, if that’s really what you want y/n”
“Yes Ace, it’ll be perfect.”
Your last words were muffled a little as you nuzzled into his chest more, enjoying his warmth now that it was slowly getting colder outside. Already looking forward to a minimalistic birthday celebration, it did not take you long to fall asleep.
Of course, Ace followed suit, his talent to be able to sleep anywhere even when he didn’t get a narcoleptic spell kicking really fast with you snuggled up to him. But not before formulating a little plan in his head. If you didn’t want a big celebration, he’d accept your wishes, but he couldn’t help but try his best to make it a little more special than you had hoped for.
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The days leading up to your birthday he assured you that he would take care of the meal and the choresswap, even taking over other people’s chores so yours wouldn’t be switched but taken over altogether. You were a little suspicious at his eagerness to arrange all the things for you, but you let him take care of it all without saying too much about it, you figured he was a little sad he couldn’t make his big plans come true and was now trying to compensate by fulfilling your smaller wishes as much as possible.
You watched as he haggled chores with fellow crewmates and even other commanders. You noticed how he spent quite a lot of time in the kitchen, trying to convince Thatch to spend a little extra time on something for you, just to make your day perfect. It was not clear if he had succeeded in his mission when the night before your birthday came up, but when he joined you in your shared bed, he had a slightly mysterious and satisfied-looking smile on his face. You decided against interrogating him, enjoying some cuddles and already feeling giddy about having a day for just the two of you when waking up. It would be perfect!
The start of the day was in fact, perfect! Ace had gently woken you up with some breakfast in bed, singing some kind of happy birthday tune completely off pitch with a slight rasp in his voice, he had woken up a little early just to make sure his preparations were all done, and hadn’t spoken yet. You giggled at the whole thing, his morning voice was attractive, the breakfast delicious and the singing hilarious.
After you got dressed and ready for the day, Ace announced that he had one surprise for you. Your eyes immediately narrowed in suspicion.
“That wasn’t the deal Ace!”
“Ssshhhhhhh, it’s your birthday, you deserve some special things! Don’t worry, it’s nothing too elaborate, I promise. ”
You sighed and followed him along the deck, only to end in a familar place: the back deck where his striker was.
“Look, there will be something special happening nearby, so I figured we’d go on a tiny ride. It’s still following your plan of quality time, and we will be back in time to chill and enjoy your special birthday meal. ”
He seemed so enthusiastic, so full of hope, that even if you wanted to act a little mad for him not following your agreement, you couldn’t stop the corners of your lips from turning upward.
“Fine, I’ll indulge you on your little surprised joyride. But only because that means I can hold you close for a little more.”
A slight blush tinted Ace’s freckled cheeks as he smiled widely, a triumphant ‘Yessss’ leaving his lips. He readied the striker for the ride, helping you get on as well. You wrapped your arms tightly around his upper body and got ready for the ride, you knew how reckless he got when he was enthusiastic.
Ace was indeed a little reckless in his steering, but never dangerous, not even when you neared a part closer to an island, the water shallow enough to have all kinds of rocks sticking out of it. He carefully maneuvered in between some of them, before stopping in front of one that was large enough for the both of you to sit on. He helped you up, and joined on the spot next to you in silence, and once you both were settled you looked at him with a questioning look.
“This is nice but wh-”
“Oh! The show has already started!”
Ace pointed to a point a little further from you, and you saw something you hadn’t noticed before in your fear of him hitting one of the rocks. You had been too focussed on the potential hazard as well as the island nearing that you hadn’t noticed a huge school of dolphins, all rapidly swimming and leaping out of the water, almost as if to put on a performance for the two of you. Your mouth fell open in a surprised o-shape.
“They are always here apparently, I heard about it when we were on the previous island but didn’t think we’d get close enough in time. It was Marco’s idea to take the striker.”
You smiled.
“It’s a wonderful surprise, thank you Ace..” you turned to him to give him a proper kiss to thank him, when you noticed his eyes glazing over.
Shit. Not now.
It wasn’t the first time you had seen the subtle change that indicated that he was about to pass out, but you were too late calling out his name so he could prepare, and he slumped forward. You reacted on instinct, hooking your leg behind a protruding piece of rock and grabbed your boyfriend quickly, before he’d make contact with the seawater. You succeeded in your mission of saving your boyfriend, but you heard a nauseating crack when you leaped forward, a white-hot pain spreading through your leg immediately. You let out a loud yelp, which woke up Ace immediately, completely disoriented and a little confused.
“Y/n! What happened?” He clambered back onto the rock, too confused to spot your leg yet, while you felt the tears spring in your eyes. You tried to bite them back, but your leg hurt a lot, you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to remove it from its awkward position without suffering.
“You fell asleep and I helped you,” you replied through gritted teeth, the wonderful dolphin show now completely forgotten, “Ace, I think I broke my leg.”
Ace then finally noticed the strange position you were in and his eyes widened in a panic. For the next few minutes the both of you tried to figure out what to do and how to get you back onto the striker without causing you too much pain. The best and seemingly only solution was Ace straight up lifting you up from the rock so you wouldn’t have to move much, and he held onto you as he got back onto the striker, apologizing through the whole ordeal.
“I am so sorry I ruined your birthday, it was meant to be a little surprise, and I just fell asleep like an absolute idiot, I am so sorry y/n.” He repeated it as if it was a mantra, and you felt back because you heard the agony in his voice. And while your leg was still hurting like hell, you didn’t want him to think that he had completely ruined your day. After all, it was only morning still.
“Tell you what Ace. You’re going to drop me off at Marco’s and he’s gonna help me fix that leg. Then, you will carry me to our room and we’re going to do what I had planned for my birthday all along: cuddle and be lazy together. If we’re feeling adventurous we can watch the sunset on deck. No need to do anything crazy”
“Are you sure y/n? It’s not that exciting, and I had many more small things planned…”
“Ace, as long as I am with you, I honestly don’t care how we spend my birthday.”
You swore you saw his eyes gloss over momentarily before he regained composure with some new-found courage.
“Okay, I will do whatever it takes to make this your best birthday still, even though I started out on the wrong foot”
“You sure you want to use that expression Ace? It’s not even correct” You raised a brow but let out a small laugh, almost forgetting the pain in your leg.
“SORRY!!!!”
You knew he was gonna do his best. And you knew it was going to be a great birthday anyway. Broken legs or not.
