#Allie's1kcelebration

[sillyrabbit81]

Will You Miss Me At All?

Summary: Despite your misgivings you visit Sy the night before his deployment.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Warnings: Angst, implied sex

Word Count: approx 950

Prompt: Angst. "Will you miss me at all?"

Authors Note: Thank you and Congratulations to @its--fandom--darling for 1k followers. Not beta'd so there will be errors.

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Will You Miss Me At All?

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Despite your post orgasm euphoria, you start to feel claustrophobic as the huge man held you close beneath him. You start to fidget, squirming but he either doesn’t get the hint or he chooses to ignore it. You start looking around his room, desperate to leave before he goes too far.

You feel him press his nose into your hair, breathing deeply as if to memorize your scent. You know last time he left, he took with him the pillow case that you had slept on the night before he deployed. You did not want a repeat of that night.

Wriggling again, this time giving his shoulder a gentle nudge, you let him know you want to get up. He doesn’t acknowledge you and moves his mouth to your neck, kissing gently the places he had bitten and sucked on not moments ago. His rough beard tickled your neck and you stirred now from desire not impatience. The fact that he hadn’t shaved his beard was alarming. You know he kept it for you despite having to wake up earlier in the morning to shave it for when he reported for duty.

“Sy,” you say. “Stop.” He was being too intimate, he had agreed that he wouldn’t be. You should have gone with your gut and told him no. But how could you say no to him? You knew what he was leaving for, you knew he needed comfort before he left and he always came to you.

“Please, Darlin’,” He pulls your earlobe into his mouth briefly, he knew what that did to you and you heard his chuckle as you quiver beneath him. “Just stay a little longer.”

“I can’t,” You say. You don’t explain why, he knows why.

He tightens his arms around you, squeezing your breath from your body. “I can’t let you go this time.” His voice is full of fire, his passion wasn’t sated despite the hours you had been in bed.

You lose patience. Punching at his shoulder, you growl at him, “That’s enough Sy. We’re done.”

Angrily, he pushes himself off you and walks to the bathroom, his strong, powerful build briefly illuminated by the light as he closes the door behind him.

You get up, gather your clothes, throwing them on in the dark, the streetlights outside were the only light left in the room. You search for one of your socks, but you can’t find it. You pull your boot on anyway, grab your keys and cellphone and leave his apartment before the tears start to flow. You wouldn’t let Sy see you cry, he didn’t deserve your tears.

Getting in your car, you let them fall. Leaning your head against the steering wheel the sobs rake your body. It takes a full ten minutes for you to stop crying and lift your head, still sniffling and wiping at your eyes. You flick the headlights on and jump in surprise as you see Sy standing there in his sweats, watching you as you weep.

He walks to your window which you lower. He bends, leaning his forearm on the top of the door and rests his head on it. “Sorry, Sugar. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He thrust his arm into the window, your sock was in his hand.

Shaking and sniffling, you take the sock, mumbling a thank you. His hand goes to under your chin and he forces you to look at him.

“Were those tears for me?” He asks, his voice is hard with an edge you haven’t heard in a long time.

You try to turn away, embarrassed he saw you break down. He held you firm, his blue eyes searching your face for any hint or tell that you cried for him. “Tell me, woman. Will you miss me at all?”

You felt yourself get aroused again. He knew speaking like that got to you, and he smirked at your reaction.

“The kids will. Maybe this time you should call them once in a while.” You try holding onto your dignity, to keep your resolve strong. It wasn’t your fault you two had ended up this way.

“What about you?” He asks again, his voice insistent.

“I miss you every fucking day.” You reply honestly, the words falling out before you could hold them back.

He kisses you, rough and hungry, your delicate lips, sore and swollen, protested but he was unrelenting. You submit to his kiss, finally allowing yourself to admit you still loved him. Panting he pulls away, “Come back upstairs, Darling. Let me hold you.”

“And then what Sy? Be ignored for months while you’re away, not even getting an email, let alone a phone call. Then have you come back angry, shut down, ignoring the kids, ignoring me until you want sex. I’m not going through that again, Sy.”

“I won’t do that this time, Sugar, I got help.” His voice was desperate now. But you couldn’t give in. You love him, but he had hurt you and your boys too much to let him off the hook. You weren’t cruel, however. You weren’t trying to punish him, you were protecting your family.

“Then show me, Sy. Show me and the kids you care.” You kiss him, give him hope, letting him know that you want him to be the husband and father he could be. “Then when you get back we can be a family again. They miss their Daddy and so do I.”

You watch as he clenches his jaw and swallows, fighting his tears. “Ok, Sugar. I understand.”

“Come back to us, Captain,” you say, kissing him one more time. “We love you.”

[its--fandom--darling]

1K Follower Celebration!

So to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers, I’m hosting a little writing celebration! Below are varying prompts, entries can be as small as 500 words and as long as you want! You can write for any Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal as well as any of their characters! I’ll leave it open ended as deadlines are unnessecary stressors and this is meant to be fun! Just shoot me an ask to claim the prompt and I’ll put your name down for it! If the prompt you want is claimed, it can be still be used as long as you are writing a different character. When you post tag #Allie’s1kcelebration and tag me in the post! Also if you’re not a writer, feel free to make a moodboard for one of the prompts and use the same hashtag! 

Once again, I want to express just how grateful I am for everything single one of you. I love you all so much! Good Luck and Happy Writing!

Prompts Below:

AU Prompts: 

Coffee Shop!AU - @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson, @sif-the-tsunami w/Henry Cavill

Soulmate!AU - @beck07990 w/Henry Cavill

Royalty!AU - @forever-rogue w/Frankie Morales

Stripper!AU - @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

Fake Dating!AU - @nyasiaaaaa w/Javier Pena

High School Reunion!AU - @luna-aestas w./Captain Syverson

Librarian!AU

Book Store!AU - @ronalduswanson w/Steve Rogers

Rival!AU - @salimahbicharara-comun​ w/Din Djarin

Teacher/Professor!AU - @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall

-from @alternateuniverseotp

Dialogue Prompts:

smut:

"You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

"When I get home I expect you to be undressed and waiting on all fours for me."

"Do you need me to finger you first?" @littlefreya

"I can't wait to be on my knees for you later."

"You'd better watch your fucking mouth." @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

  "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it."

"Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you?"

"It's okay, honey, you can pull my hair as hard as you want while I'm between your legs." @zealoushound w/Walter Marshall

"You know, there wasn't a single thing to eat in the kitchen until you walked in."

"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth." @salimahbicharara-comun​ w/Din Djarin

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."

"Open your mouth."

"Are you going to be good from now on?"

"If you're going to act like a little brat then I'm going to treat you like a little brat." @nyasiaaaaa w/Din Djarin

You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." @cavills-little-princess /Captain Syverson

-from @palettes-and-prompts

angst:

“Am I the reason you cry every night?”

“Which part of me wasn’t enough?” @littlewrenofrivia​ w/August Walker

“Are you satisfied now...?”

“Did you expect this to turn out better?”

“How do you sleep at night?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“When did things fall apart?”

“Hasn’t this addiction done enough damage already?”

“Why are your eyes so red?”

“Is that what you think of me?” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?” @littlewrenofrivia w/August Walker

“Should you be drinking that much?” @poledancingdinos w/August Walker or Sy

“What would you do if I didn’t come back?” @mary-ann84 w/august walker

“And that makes it okay?”

“Will you miss me at all?” @sillyrabbit81 w/Captain Syverson!

“Are you leaving?”

- from @prompt-dealer

fluff

“I’m really happy that you’re here with me.” @mary-ann84 w/Henry Cavill or one of his characters

“I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone this much before.”

“I feel like I’m in the clouds when I’m with you.” 

“You are being extra sweet today.” @its--fandom--darling w/Captain Syverson

“I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.” @the-soot-sprite

“My, oh my. You are such a beautiful creature.”

"I'd kill for you, not like a lot of people. Maybe like six or seven, but that's definitely more than I would kill for myself!"

"Hey! I may be a dumbass but I'm your dumbass!"

“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.” @henrythickcavill w/Henry Cavill @mary-ann84 w/one of henrys characters

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.” @ronalduswanson​ w/Steve Rogers

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” @connieisland w/Walter Marshall

“Does this kiss tickle~? Haha. Why are you laughing so much?”

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.”

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together. -@sillyrabbit81 w/Henry or Sy

- from @idreaminelectricblue, @alloveroliver and @drink-it-write-it

one word prompts:

aeipathy (n.) - an enduring and consuming passion @madbaddic7ed w/Character TBD

brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog @sif-the-tsunami​ w/Henry Cavill

commuovere (italian, v.) - to stir, to touch, to move to tears

convivencia (spanish, n.) - living together, in the sense of living or working closely with other people with whom you share feelings, desires, or a common purpose

hiraeth (welsh, n.) - a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past

kalopsia (n.) - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are

retrouvaille (french, n.) - the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery

fervent – adj. strongly and sincerely felt

kenopsia – n. the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that’s usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet @hope-to-hell​ w/August Walker

vellichor – n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time

serendipity – n. the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way @shy-violet-soul w/Geralt of Rivia

nighthawk – n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night, that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep @feralrunaway​ w/Sy, Walter and Mike

-from @crescendo-for-survival​ and @timobeechalamet​

[sillyrabbit81]

Our Friends Have a Bet

Summary: You celebrate the return of your friend Sy from deployment and find out what your friends think of you two.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: Recreational drinking, fluff (I think its fluffy?)

Word Count: approx 1.1k

Prompt: Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.

Authors note: This is my first one shot and first x reader story! Also I challenged myself to keep it fluffy and I hope I succeeded. Thank you to Allie, aka @its--fandom--darling for letting me participate in her 1k followers writing challenge. Its been a great opportunity to stretch my writing skills. This story is not beta'd and probably full of errors!

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Our Friends Have a Bet

“Ready Darlin?” Sy asks you. His blue eyes were drawn low and his look of concentration was intense.

“Oh, you’re going down, Sy,” you retort, your expression matching his.

He winked, “Maybe later Darlin’.” You know he is only trying to put you off, break your concentration. But it doesn’t stop your stomach from flipping as you watch the corner of his mouth rise into a smirk.

“You wish, you scruffy looking, nerf herder,” you retaliate, hoping he doesn’t notice the breathlessness of your reply. It wasn’t the first time you had thought of Sy in a less than plutonic way.

“We doin’ this or what?” He asks still smirking. He’s such an adorable bastard sometimes.

“Alright. I’m ready,” you say, pulling your attention away from Sy and onto the drink in front of you. The sake shot balances precariously on top the two chopsticks which were resting on top of the glass of beer. You can do this.

“Ok,” the waiter says clapping his hands together. “When I say sake, you say bomb.” The waiter yelled, “Sake!”

“Bomb,” you and Sy shout back.

“Sake!”

“Bomb!”

“Sake!”

“Bomb!”

Furiously you and Sy bang the table to drop the shot of sake into the beer. Yours drops first and you grab the foaming glass of alcohol and start chugging. You’re about a half of the way through when Sy’s drops. You throw the rest down as fast as possible and the malty liquid drips down your chin. You don’t try and wipe it away. Knowing that Sy chugged at least twice as fast as you, the only thing you care about is slamming the glass down before he does. Finishing, the glass hits the table just as Sy’s does the same.

“Ooooh very close. It was very close.” The waiter says. “But the winner is the lady!”

“Ha!” you shout at Sy, raising your hands in victory and sticking your tongue out.

“She ain’t no lady.” Sy says, but he’s grinning. You were the only one game enough to take on his Sake bomb challenge, everyone knew how quickly he could down a beer and you know you only won because his sake took longer to drop than yours.

You were out to dinner with Sy and your mutual friends to celebrate his return from his last deployment. You were surprised when he asked you to come too, even more surprised when you saw there were only about 10 of our mutual friends here. You didn’t think you were that close to him.

He reaches his huge hand across the table. “Well done Sugar, you been practicing?” he teases.

“I don’t need to, I’m just awesome.” You take his hand and shake it. He held it a bit longer than you would expect. But as he pulled his hand away he turned his attention to someone else. You tried not to read too much into it.

You supposed the two of you had gotten closer during the last couple of months. You had sent him an email for his birthday while he was away and the two of you had sent several emails a week while he was away. They were usually just filled with silliness or conversations about music or books, which surprised you as you didn’t figure Sy as much of a reader. Sometimes his emails were just one line, but with each email, you found yourself looking forward to them with increasing anticipation to the point where you were disappointed if you didn’t hear from him each day. Other than the occasional flirty comment, nothing in his emails suggested he wanted any more than friendship, but as time went on, you wished they did.

When dinner was over the plan was to head to a bar a block away. Half of your friends left, leaving a small group to walk to the bar and Sy fell in beside you. You try not to be too excited, you were the only one who was walking alone, so naturally he would walk beside you rather than leave you out.

“Hey, thanks for comin’ tonight,” Sy said. “It’s been good to see you.”

“You too,” you say. “I hope you’re having fun. Other than the part where you lost a chugging contest to a girl.” You playfully bump your shoulder into his and he clutches it in feigned pain, causing you to giggle at his hurt expression.

“Yeah, I am.” He says, smiling broadly and surprises you by taking your hand. Your heart skips a beat then thunders in your chest. It was like his touch is an electrical pulse, stopping your heart, only for it to restart a hundred times faster than before.

“You know,” Sy continues. “Apparently all our friends have a bet goin’ that we end up together.”

You look up at him to see if he is serious. He stops walking, his face, though grinning, didn’t give away what he thought of the bet.

“Really?” you ask uncertainly. “Why would they do that?”

“I thought it was a joke at my expense ‘cause they know how I feel about you, Darlin’.” His admission causes your eyes to grow wide. Then his expression grows serious and his hand rose to your cup your neck, his thumb caressed your cheek. “But since I was away and gettin’ those emails from you, I had hoped that, maybe, you sorta felt the same way.” The sudden sincerity and doubt in his face and words makes your knees weak and they struggle to hold you up. Sy was rarely serious with you, always joking and playful. This change in his demeanour and his delicate touch takes you a moment to comprehend. When you don’t reply, Sy misinterprets you and lets you go, before running a hand over his short buzz cut hair.

“Sy,” you start, but stop, unsure of what to say. You look down at your feet and you hear his dejected sigh.

“Nah, it’s fine, Sugar,” he says, but you can tell it’s not. You want to tell him how you feel but your tongue feels thick in your mouth and the words are stuck in your throat. “I didn’t think you were interested anyway.” He starts to walk away, slowly and crushed.

You still don’t have the words, but you can move. You run in front of him, and grip his t-shirt in your fists. It was his turn to be surprised and his jaw dropped as he looked into your eyes. For a moment you were both lost in the other’s gaze, gradually realising the depth of feelings you both have for each other.

Sy licked his lips, “Sugar, I…”

The words finally come. “Please just kiss me,” you say. “We've talked long enough.”

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@its--fandom--darling @henryobsessed

[its--fandom--darling]

😩🥺🥰

This is too sweet!

I love it!

Thank you for participating, my darling!

Of fathers and daughters

This is a Coffeehouse!AU with a one word prompt brumous (adj.) - of grey skies and winter days; filled with heavy clouds or fog for @its–fandom–darling​ 1000 follower celebration!

I don’t know when I’ll really feel like mixing up some word salad again so I’m throwing myself in this one. This is probably the last Henry piece I’ll work on for a while so, might as well, right? Henry takes his daughter to his favorite little coffeehouse and gets some help when he least expects it.

Warnings: talks about a very difficult pregnancy, PPD, and new parent struggles. aside from that, ITS SO FLUFFY YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!!! Also mom jokes, which are like dad jokes. But they cute you to the core.

Not beta’d: all you can eat typos.

“Hush, my darling. Lets give Mummy some time to nap, sweet girl.” Henry said in a soothing tone to the baby as she whimpered in discontentment. The infant was just so tiny as he held her against his warm chest. The diaper bag was on the handle of pram, a cozy blanket was readily available as was a snuggly puppy stuffy that looked just like Kal. A fan had hand stitched it for the growing family shortly after the Cavill clan announced the pregnancy.

The tiny manifestation of he and his wifes love for each other loudly protested her sudden change of scenery and cold air on her face as soon as they walked out the front door. The motion of the buggy seemed to calm her. “I know, my love, we wont be outside for long, I promise. We are just going to go see Auntie Sif. She’s just down the street.”

The sky was a dark grey as they trekked down the road to Henry’s favorite coffeehouse. It perfectly matched his mood for the afternoon. Being parents to a baby that after everything was said and done the doctor was even surprised made it full term had been emotionally taxing. Her umbilical chord had only one artery, and the increased hormones made his wife miserable practically as soon as implantation even happened. It started with an aversion to eggs and just got worse from there. 

They were both exhausted, but his wife definitely didn’t have the easiest time. If his love could cure what ailed her, there would be no bad days. But depression just doesn’t work like that.

Arriving at the coffeehouse, the warmth and laughter inside welcomed him. The smell of soup and the occasional notes of espresso greeted his soul. 

“Well hey there, stranger!” A bright voice called out from behind the counter. “Oooh, you brought my littlest sweetheart to see me! Where is Momma?”

“Hello, Sif. We are on a daddy-daughter adventure so Mummy can take a nap. My god does it smell good in here.” The tiny woman came up and hugged him hard. She then pivoted immediately to look at the pink wrapped baby laying down in the pram. 

“Good man, and it smells so good in here because I made your favorite soup today.” She said, smiling, her eyes teared up a little at the little girl wiggling.

“You didn’t even know I was coming.” He laughed. When they had gone to 

“You go take a seat, darlin’, I’ll get you set up. Your usual, right?” Her vaguely southern accent popped out when she was really happy. He looked around the space. Her husband was in the corner teaching a younger patron how to play Warhammer. He never remembered his name, but in his mind he called the red bearded man Thor. He looked up and waved at new dad.

“For coffee, yes. Can I get the soup and sandwich thing you make me?”

“Of course.” Moments later, Sif came out with a tray in one of her hands. She placed a steaming bowl of soup in front of him with a heel of a fresh baguette from a local bakery. The sandwich was so big he almost couldn’t wrap his lips around it. The latte was perfect, but like always, she made the foam look like a dick.

As soon he dug into the sandwich, his baby started screaming until her face was bright red. Henry tried everything, checked her wants, needs, but the crying continued. Before he could run through the mental checklist again, he looked up and saw Sif walking over. “Oh no, sweet girl, are you giving Daddy a hard time? How can I help, Hen?”

“I don’t know what she wants, her nappy is clean, she didn’t want the bottle.”

“Maybe she just needs a new view, can I hold her?” Henry nodded. “Alright, Chicken, come here. Daddy should be able to eat his lunch while it’s hot, right?”

“Did you just call my daughter a… a farm animal?” Henry asked between mouthfuls of soup.

“My Grammy used to call my sister Chicken and I was Chicken Little. I think it’s a Massachusetts thing. Or Irish, her grandmother used to call her Chicken too. I call my daughter it occasionally.” The woman stood up and started rocking back and forth and pacing a little. Soon the little girl was snuggled into her chest, perfectly content as long as she could see her daddy. In a smooth voice, almost musical, she rubbed the two month old’s back. “See, everything is alright. You just relax, my littlest sweetheart, that way my biggest sweetheart can take good care of you once he’s eaten. Yeah, does that sound like a good idea?”

Before long the baby drifted back to sleep so Sif leaned her back to hold her more comfortably, Thor walked up to his wife with his car keys in his hand, chuckling. “Before you get any ideas. No.”

“No, I know. I like my babies these days the way I like my library books, returnable.” His wife said. “Getting the wee shebeast from school? Drive safe, my love.”

Continuing to rock back and forth with the expertise of someone who has helped many babies fall asleep, Sif hummed gently. Henry finished his food as quickly as he could. “I appreciate how good you’ve been to us, Sif. The Missus loved the cookies you baked her.”

“I am happy to make her more whenever she wants them. You both have been far kinder to me than I could have ever hoped for. You told all your friends how much you liked our place and honestly that made a huge difference. I wouldn’t have made some of the friends I have without you, and I can’t thank you enough for that. How is your wife doing?”

“Its been rough, but she’s been hanging in there.”

“Well, give both of you some grace. I know you will get a million people telling you that you should enjoy every minute because they are fleeting. And I’m sure you will get more people who will give you a hard time for not being grateful for every sleepless night. But I’m going to tell you this, as an unsolicited veteran parent to a new one, sometimes babies are hard. You don’t know each other yet and you don’t understand what the other wants. They have no idea of patience, or object permanence. Whenever something go wrong for the first, like, I don’t know, eight years of their lives, try to remember that it could very well be the worst thing that could have ever happened to them so they will react accordingly.” Sif gently stroked the soft hair on the babies head. Looking at the little angelic face in her arms, “So much hard work, so much heartbreak. But, if you do the right by her, you’ll make the world a little bit better. But you know that, you have nieces and nephews. You guys are doing great.”

Henry nodded taking the baby back into his arms. “Thank you, Sif.”

“I’m going to go package up some soup for Momma, give you guys one less thing to worry about tonight.” She said, squeezing his shoulder gently. She came back a few minutes later with a container with some supper for his wife. 

“We’ll see you soon, my friend.” Henry said, tired still but ready to go home. He leaned down and hugged the small woman. “We love you, thank you again.”

“Be safe, give Kal some love for me.” 

[its--fandom--darling]

Oh this made me so happy! You certainly succeeded in making it fluffy! It was cute and funny and sweet! Amazing job!

Thank you for participating!

Our Friends Have a Bet

Summary: You celebrate the return of your friend Sy from deployment and find out what your friends think of you two.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Warnings: Recreational drinking, fluff (I think its fluffy?)

Word Count: approx 1.1k

Prompt: Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.

Authors note: This is my first one shot and first x reader story! Also I challenged myself to keep it fluffy and I hope I succeeded. Thank you to Allie, aka @its--fandom--darling for letting me participate in her 1k followers writing challenge. Its been a great opportunity to stretch my writing skills. This story is not beta'd and probably full of errors!

Our Friends Have a Bet

“Ready Darlin?” Sy asks you. His blue eyes were drawn low and his look of concentration was intense.

“Oh, you’re going down, Sy,” you retort, your expression matching his.

He winked, “Maybe later Darlin’.” You know he is only trying to put you off, break your concentration. But it doesn’t stop your stomach from flipping as you watch the corner of his mouth rise into a smirk.

“You wish, you scruffy looking, nerf herder,” you retaliate, hoping he doesn’t notice the breathlessness of your reply. It wasn’t the first time you had thought of Sy in a less than plutonic way.

“We doin’ this or what?” He asks still smirking. He’s such an adorable bastard sometimes.

“Alright. I’m ready,” you say, pulling your attention away from Sy and onto the drink in front of you. The sake shot balances precariously on top the two chopsticks which were resting on top of the glass of beer. You can do this.

“Ok,” the waiter says clapping his hands together. “When I say sake, you say bomb.” The waiter yelled, “Sake!”

“Bomb,” you and Sy shout back.

“Sake!”

“Bomb!”

“Sake!”

“Bomb!”

Furiously you and Sy bang the table to drop the shot of sake into the beer. Yours drops first and you grab the foaming glass of alcohol and start chugging. You’re about a half of the way through when Sy’s drops. You throw the rest down as fast as possible and the malty liquid drips down your chin. You don’t try and wipe it away. Knowing that Sy chugged at least twice as fast as you, the only thing you care about is slamming the glass down before he does. Finishing, the glass hits the table just as Sy’s does the same.

“Ooooh very close. It was very close.” The waiter says. “But the winner is the lady!”

“Ha!” you shout at Sy, raising your hands in victory and sticking your tongue out.

“She ain’t no lady.” Sy says, but he’s grinning. You were the only one game enough to take on his Sake bomb challenge, everyone knew how quickly he could down a beer and you know you only won because his sake took longer to drop than yours.

You were out to dinner with Sy and your mutual friends to celebrate his return from his last deployment. You were surprised when he asked you to come too, even more surprised when you saw there were only about 10 of our mutual friends here. You didn’t think you were that close to him.

He reaches his huge hand across the table. “Well done Sugar, you been practicing?” he teases.

“I don’t need to, I’m just awesome.” You take his hand and shake it. He held it a bit longer than you would expect. But as he pulled his hand away he turned his attention to someone else. You tried not to read too much into it.

You supposed the two of you had gotten closer during the last couple of months. You had sent him an email for his birthday while he was away and the two of you had sent several emails a week while he was away. They were usually just filled with silliness or conversations about music or books, which surprised you as you didn’t figure Sy as much of a reader. Sometimes his emails were just one line, but with each email, you found yourself looking forward to them with increasing anticipation to the point where you were disappointed if you didn’t hear from him each day. Other than the occasional flirty comment, nothing in his emails suggested he wanted any more than friendship, but as time went on, you wished they did.

When dinner was over the plan was to head to a bar a block away. Half of your friends left, leaving a small group to walk to the bar and Sy fell in beside you. You try not to be too excited, you were the only one who was walking alone, so naturally he would walk beside you rather than leave you out.

“Hey, thanks for comin’ tonight,” Sy said. “It’s been good to see you.”

“You too,” you say. “I hope you’re having fun. Other than the part where you lost a chugging contest to a girl.” You playfully bump your shoulder into his and he clutches it in feigned pain, causing you to giggle at his hurt expression.

“Yeah, I am.” He says, smiling broadly and surprises you by taking your hand. Your heart skips a beat then thunders in your chest. It was like his touch is an electrical pulse, stopping your heart, only for it to restart a hundred times faster than before.

“You know,” Sy continues. “Apparently all our friends have a bet goin’ that we end up together.”

You look up at him to see if he is serious. He stops walking, his face, though grinning, didn’t give away what he thought of the bet.

“Really?” you ask uncertainly. “Why would they do that?”

“I thought it was a joke at my expense ‘cause they know how I feel about you, Darlin’.” His admission causes your eyes to grow wide. Then his expression grows serious and his hand rose to your cup your neck, his thumb caressed your cheek. “But since I was away and gettin’ those emails from you, I had hoped that, maybe, you sorta felt the same way.” The sudden sincerity and doubt in his face and words makes your knees weak and they struggle to hold you up. Sy was rarely serious with you, always joking and playful. This change in his demeanour and his delicate touch takes you a moment to comprehend. When you don’t reply, Sy misinterprets you and lets you go, before running a hand over his short buzz cut hair.

“Sy,” you start, but stop, unsure of what to say. You look down at your feet and you hear his dejected sigh.

“Nah, it’s fine, Sugar,” he says, but you can tell it’s not. You want to tell him how you feel but your tongue feels thick in your mouth and the words are stuck in your throat. “I didn’t think you were interested anyway.” He starts to walk away, slowly and crushed.

You still don’t have the words, but you can move. You run in front of him, and grip his t-shirt in your fists. It was his turn to be surprised and his jaw dropped as he looked into your eyes. For a moment you were both lost in the other’s gaze, gradually realising the depth of feelings you both have for each other.

Sy licked his lips, “Sugar, I…”

The words finally come. “Please just kiss me,” you say. “We've talked long enough.”

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1st- Hi there @its--fandom--darling CONGRATULATIONS!!!!

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1K Follower Celebration!

So to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers, I’m hosting a little writing celebration! Below are varying prompts, entries can be as small as 500 words and as long as you want! You can write for any Henry Cavill, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Pedro Pascal as well as any of their characters! I’ll leave it open ended as deadlines are unnessecary stressors and this is meant to be fun! Just shoot me an ask to claim the prompt and I’ll put your name down for it! If the prompt you want is claimed, it can be still be used as long as you are writing a different character. When you post tag #Allie’s1kcelebration and tag me in the post! Also if you’re not a writer, feel free to make a moodboard for one of the prompts and use the same hashtag! 

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