#bartender syverson

[livingbreathingdreams]

❤︎ Lemon Over Ice

Pairing: Bartender!Captain Syverson x f!Reader

Summary: Sy just wants to adore you.

Warnings: A little angst, a little fluff, some allusions to violence, alcohol consumption.

A/N: This one is inspired by Adore You by my sweet sweet man Harry. It’s a little rough around the edges but I’m just playing around right now. I hope you’re having a nice day 🧡

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It was packed and loud at the Drink & Jive, like on every other Friday night. Sy was behind the bar like always, drawing beer on tap and pouring whiskey and Jäger shots. His usual customers did not really expect much when it came to liquor, as long as it was cold and cheap.

“Drink & Jive” what a ridiculous name, she had never liked it but right now it seemed especially obnoxious to her. The flickering neon sign in the door declaring to the world that the bar was open. When she came in someone was playing Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen on the old juke box in the back. Which almost made her snort at the irony. “I’m having a good time.” Yeah, right.

Slamming her card down on the counter she made eye contact with the burly man behind the bar when she told him to “Make something sweet and strong,” and to “Keep the tap open.” He slung the dishtowel, he had been using to wipe down the counter, over his left shoulder raising an eyebrow, because she usually just ordered a glass of wine and home fries; but he said nothing.

Her pink wide-legged pants were wet from the bottom up, and the rain had made a mess of her probably once neatly tied-up hair. The colour of the bright strawberry red lipstick looked far too joyful compared to her facial expression. If it wasn’t for the rain he maybe would have thought that she had cried before she came in. The spark that she usually had in her eyes was gone and the wanted to punch whoever was responsible for that right in the face.

She watched him cut and squeeze a lemon, pour simple syrup and Tanqueray. Ice and a lemon slice in a glass. Pouring the contents of the cocktail shaker over it and topping it off with some club soda. His hands were surprisingly delicate for their size. Thick dark hair and dark tattoos peeking out from under the rolled-up sleeves of his plaid shirt. She always liked watching him work, but today it was more a desperate attempt to distract herself from what had just happened.

“Gin Fizz. It’s sweet but still classy.” When they first made eye contact that day it was intense. His stormy blue eyes, keeping her gaze captive, and yet she didn’t feel the unsettling feeling of dread that creeps up your back and spreads between your ribs when a man is staring at you and makes you feel unsafe without even saying a word. It felt nice and warm.

Vodka shots and the bowl of sesame pretzel sticks he put in front of her and she ate, even though she told him she wasn’t hungry. She knew they must have been from his personal stash because he brought them from the back and usually the bar only served salted peanuts.

When there was finally a short break between orders he casually leaned back against the counter behind him, crossing his arms over his chest, which made him look even bigger, if that was even possible. “So, what happened?”

“I’ve been stood up. I was sitting there at that pretentious whatever fusion restaurant down the street, which he picked. And I drank chardonnay after chardonnay until I finally accepted the reality that he wasn’t going to come anymore and had to get out of there. The way the waitress was looking at me, like she knew exactly what had happened made it even worse.”

He wanted to touch her. His fingers along her cheek, his hand on hers. Because he’s never been good with words and touch was the only way he could think of making her feel better. She didn’t deserve feeling like this, unwanted. Because he wanted her. With all his being and yet he only ever saw her when she came into the dimly lit bar, sat down at the counter, and after the first glass of wine started talking about the third graders she was teaching, what she had bought at the farmers market and her friends’ horrible Tinder dates.

“You know Sy, you’re the only stable male presence in my life. I can always count on you being here and you always listen to me and you're always nice to me.” At this point, her speech was a little slurred but he could tell she was being sincere. That was the last drop in the bucket that gave him the courage to do what he did next. He pushed himself off the counter and took her hands into his. “You should let me take you out. I will show you how you should be treated if you let me. I would never stand you up.”

She just sat there and looked at him, with her mouth slightly agape for a few seconds, and then the first real shy little smile of the night spread across her face. Then he could see her wavering again. “But I don’t want you to do this out of pity.” He dipped his head down a little to be at eye level with her and looked directly into her eyes. “Listen to me. You are the nicest, most genuine, sweetest person I know. I’ve liked you ever since the first time you came in here and sat down on that chair. I would be honoured to take you out.”

Apparently, she believed him because she turned her hands in his, palm up and squeezed back. “Okay, Captain. I'll let you take me out.”

[anadelaney79]

Sorry

Pairing: Syverson x Reader

Words: 1900

Warnings: Masturbation. Fingering. Cursing. Sex (p in v). I don't know what else, I'm really bad at warnings.

A/N: This is my first time writing Syverson and I feel really insecure about it, but I enjoyed doing it very much so, that's all that matters, right? As usual, I'm really sorry about all the spelling mistakes, as english is not my main language.

Title: Sorry

You walk downstairs barefoot and throw your shoes on the floor as soon as you reach the living room. Sy is sitting on the couch, staring at the screen, legs wide open, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands frantically clenching the buttons on the joystick. "Mike! don't get distracted! We just lost.." he tells to his son, visibly upset. Right at that moment, your son turns to look at you and opens his mouth in surprise. "Mom! You look beautiful!". Sy turns to you too and his gaze meets yours. His jaw clenches and his eyes trail down your body from your face, down your neck, your breasts, and stops at the slit in your dress. He tosses the joystick aside and a deep sigh rumbled in his chest. "That dress? Really?", he tells you, standing up.

You are wearing his favourite dress, but you don't look at him. You are still angry. Very angry. That's why you are wearing that dress.

You bend down to put on one of your sandals, taking special care that your cleavage is exposed to him.

"Dinner's in the fridge, you just have to heat it up." You say as you begin to put on the other shoe. Sy grabs you by the waist, preventing you from losing your balance. The mere contact of his huge hands on your body forces you to close your eyes, to control those impulses that tells you to kiss him furiously and forget about everything.

Not this time. This time he acted like a jerk. Well, maybe not that much, but you're really mad, and you don't want to give in.

You straighten up and remove his hand from your body. "Thanks, I'm fine" you say, with the firmest voice you can find inside your chest.

"Come on, sugar, don't be so hard on me" he whispers, lowering his head to look you in the eyes. His fingers gently caress your jaw and you close your eyelids. The horn of your friends' car sounds outside and you come back to reality, forcing yourself to get out of there.

"I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me. Mike, remember to brush your teeth" you tell your son as you grab your bag and open the front door. You walk through the doorway feeling Sy's eyes burning on your back, but you don't turn around.

"No kiss goodbye? It usually takes about 10 minutes for you two to get your mouths off each other while I wait for you in the car" your friend tells you, laughing. "Start the car, I'll tell you on the way".

...

It's late, and the place is crowded, dark and very noisy. Too noisy. The colorful lights are hurting your eyes. You're not used to these kinds of places anymore. You approach to the bar and ask the bartender for a beer. "Beer? Honey, you can do better than that" he tells you, winking at you. He starts making a drink by mixing the content of some bottles that you would never know what they are. "Just give me a beer, I don't usually drink stuff like that" you tell him. "You should. You deserve to drink something that goes with you. You are too much for a simple beer." You roll your eyes and sigh. Shit. You don't feel like the bartender flirting with you. You don't feel like anyone flirting with you.

The thing is that you would like to be at home, in the comfort of your bed, with your head resting on Sy's chest, firm and warm, listening to his agitated breathing after making love to you.

You turn your head and search for your friend. You see her, still talking to a guy, laughing like there is not tomorrow.

"What's your name?" the bartender's voice brings you back to reality. "Look, I'll just ask you for a beer, I don't drink things like that and I don't want to start today" you tell him, forcing a smile. "Honey, try this and you'll see. It's my gift to you" he slides the drink looking at you, waiting for you to drink it. You doubt. You don't want to drink it. You do not feel like it. You told him several times that you didn't want it to. "You should learn that the best way to woo a woman is not to make her do something that she doesn't want to do" Sy's voice is heard over the music, above your head. "It's called respect, kid. Give me two beers." The bartender looks at him and looks at you, and you smile at him, shrugging.

However, you don't turn around. You feel Sy's warmth behind you, his back inches from yours. He rests his hands on the bar, caging you, like if he is marking that you are his and no one else's. You look at his hands, enormous, tightened on the wood of the bar. "Where is Mike?" you tell him. "He's at my parent's" he replies. "Why did you come?" you ask. "Because I'm sorry. And I don't know how to prove it to you", his voice is serious. "You don't have to prove it, you have to apologize, as simple as that" you tell him.

Sy rests his forearms on the bar, lowering his body so that his head is level with yours, and whispers in your ear "I'm really sorry".

You feel how your entire spine shakes, and he knows it. He straightens up again as the bartender slides your beers over without a word, looking at both of you as if he's afraid that Sy will hit him. "Thank you" you say as politely as you can, and that's when Sy's torso leans against your back. His hips press against your ass, making you feel his hard erection through the thick fabric of his jeans. "I miss you" he whispers again. "I miss you so fucking much", his voice is so depp that sounds almost animal.

You move your hips, pressing your butt a little more against his cock. "I miss you too" you reply. His lips go down to your neck and kiss your skin softly, shivering. He lowers his mouth to your bare shoulder, biting into it. "Fuck! Sy...", you tell him, and it's not because he hurt you, but because he knows exactly what his teeth on your skin do to you. "If you're going to wear that dress, you have to know that it has consequences, sugar".

You try to turn around, but his hand on your waist doesn't let you do it. "Stay like this" he commands you. One of his hands goes up your thigh, opening his way through the slit on your dress. His fingers slide through the thin fabric of your underwear, quickly sinking into your moisture. "Sy, not here…" you mutter, but you know you don't care. You know you want it. Better than that, you know you need it. "Ush.." is all he says as his fingers trace a circular rhythm over your clit.

You look around. Nobody is watching: there is not enough space for anyone to see what Sy is doing to you there, in front of everyone. You look like a couple that is just waiting for their drinks. "Do you mind if I apologize like this?", he lets out the words between his teeth, very close to your ear, continuing to massage your clit as he only knows how to do it. As you like. As you need. His fingers move from your clitoris, then sliding inside you, then stroking in circles again that wet and excited spot of your body. His tongue tangles in your earlobe, and you feel a wave of pleasure going through you. "Sy, I'm about to… I'm so close..." you try to explain, your breath chopping the words. You can't finish the sentence. An orgasm runs through your entire body, making you tremble all over.

With your orgasm still reverberating through your body, one of Sy's hands comes down and you feel him lift your dress from behind. "Sy, what the…?" His erection pushes and slides between your folds with a simple thrust. "No one will know. I'll be quick, don't worry. I couldn't last long even if I wanted to" he chuckles. He moves smoothly, as he grunts and groans and lets out a few unintelligible curses in your ear, just for you to hear. You tighten your fingers on the bar and look around once more. There is a guy talking to his girlfriend next to you, turning his back on you. On the other side, a group of men tries to talk to a group of women, laughing and yelling. Everyone is too busy doing their thing to notice anything that you both are doing.

The music vibrates around you as you feel Sy's thrusts slowly filling you up. He barely moves his hips, but he reaches deep into your womb over and over again. His hand returns to your crotch, massaging your clit. "I'll make you come with me" he swears, and you know that when Sy makes a promise, he keeps it.

The whole situation turns you on to a level you didn't know existed. Everything starts to spin around you, as if it was dancing to the music. Your legs can hardly support you, immersed in a huge tremor. "Got you" he says as his grip around your waist tightens. "How the fuck... can you be so hot… I love you babe… I want to fuck you forever... in every posible way... I don't think I can ever get enough of you… I want to fill you with my cum..." he says between breaths and moans, as you squeeze around his cock rhythmically, contracting for him, giving him another of your orgasms. "That's it, that's it baby..." he whisper. You rest the back of your head on his chest, and he lowers his to kiss your exposed and vulnerable neck. His fingers tighten around your waist and as his teeth clench fiercely in the curve of your neck he releases himself inside of you, filling you completely with his thick, hot cum.

As he tries to catch his breath, he rests his chin on your neck, occasionally kissing it softly. "That will leave a mark" you tell him. "I know. But don't worry, sugar, it's legal if your husband made it" he replies, and you know he's smiling.

"Did the bartender serve you yet?" asks a boy who has just arrived at the bar. Still inside of you, Sy turns to look at him, and answers "Oh, yes. He's a very kind boy, you don't know how much he helped us."

[witchersmistress]

Family is everything

Hello my darlings i am back!! this particular story is for the lovely @livesinfantasyland so this is my apology to you!

Trigger warnings: warm and fuzzy feelings, angst, saucy feelings and irritations at yours truly

Word count: 1k

my usual warnings, you do not have permission to copy my work in any shape way or form, if you do ill find you and haunt you for the rest of your days

You hated family get-togethers more than anything. Sure you got to see your mom, dad and siblings but that wasn't what made you dread them, not even your mom’s brother whom you rarely see and stopped calling your uncle when you were 15. No no no, it was much worse, it was your fathers best friend that he had met in the military, someone who has known you all your life, someone who not even 30 minutes ago had you cumming in your childhood bedroom, with the pink walls and white frilly covers on your full size bed, because you wore a short dress to the cook out and he didn't like it, that was the man you dreaded to see in a public setting

Captain . Logan. Fucking. Syverson.

That smug mother fucker with his texan drawl, over there sipping a beer with dad,running his hand down his face, his distinctive hand tattoo with some bite marks glaring back at me,  like his face wasnt just buried in my pussy while i bit down on that hand to prevent my screams from escaping. I mean sure with him i have absolutely no problem if he text me “ STFUATTDLAGG”

And I do, no questions asked, like Daddys good little whore, but seeing him at family gatherings or out in public when I am with mom or dad is the bane of my existence. That man damn well knows the effect he has over me and knows i don't control my facial expressions or my mouth all that well, which is why his spreader bar and i have are the best of friends most times. He says I look pretty with my anklets. So you know what I did, I got one of those anklets that have to be welded on much like the bracelets. The look on his face was priceless. My ass was red hours later but totally worth it. I was grinning like the cat who ate the canary, while my mom asked me all sorts of questions about it. My father shook his head and Sy just drawled “Kids will be kids you know” but that wink he gave me while he took a long sip of his beer told me that I was indeed in deep shit, and I loved it.

So that is our game, I find new ways to disobey him and I get punished and I love it. Before I get too far ahead of myself, I probably should explain how I ended up in this situation in the first place and how I ended up with my dad’s best friend being my dom. It's a classic situation of the wrong place at the wrong time. I was out in LA visiting an old friend and Sy was out here for work so my parents felt comfortable letting me go. I lied to his face when I said I was staying in for the night, total bullshit lies but how can you tell someone whom you've known forever that you were going to check out a sex club and put yourself up on the auction block?

Well you don't so you lie like your life depends on it. So here I am drinking a fruity cocktail at the bar waiting for my name to be called. My best friends Ed and Jill were here with me. After all this was her idea and Ed just came along for the ride “Come on’ she said “Lighten up, it's not like you're selling yourself, you are offering up an hour of your time and you get a percentage off your final price'' she wiggled her eyebrows at me. I pulled at my black mini dress “You look hot” Ed said when he was done ogling this drop dead gorgeous male waiter that just walked by, Ed always knew how to pick them. The good looking ones that will break your heart. Syverson included. The club was buzzing with more activity than usual. 

“What's all the fuss about?” I mused out loud. “The boss man is here” a deep barton voice said behind me, causing me to jump. It was the bartender, a sneaky bastard. Placing a hand on my chest, he threw a white towel over his shoulder and gave me a wink before walking away. Jill and Ed were in some kind of debate when a woman dressed in all black with red heels approached me “ Ms. Harlowe?” I nodded, setting my empty glass on the bar, “If you would follow me, you are to be called next” I gulped and followed after her. Jill and Ed gave me a thumbs up as I walked away.

As we walked through the smoky lounge I felt as if ice water was spilled down the back of my neck and down my spine. I looked around to see if I could pinpoint the culprit but it was too crowded to even begin to figure it out. That feeling followed me all the way up to the stage, where the woman rattled off some of the basic rules which I wasn't listening to. I was too busy looking out at the crowd. I spotted Ed and Jill towards the back and the butterflies in my stomach settled but i couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me from one of those dark corners

“Now Ladies and gentlemen, our last bid for the evening is the lovely, this stunning briar rose, Aurora Harlowe'' swallowing the lump in my throat i made my way into the spotlight and looked around the room, men had sat up straight, specifically one gentlemen in the back, i could only see from his chest down, he had an empty tumblr in his hand that i thought was going to break since he was squeezing it so hard that his knuckles were turning white.

He slammed back what was in the glass before waving to the waitress for another one. Even though i couldn't see him, i knew his gaze was trained on me, the auctioneers voice pulled me out of the haze that Mr. Whiskey had casted on me “ for just one hour of her time, the bidding will start at $10,000” one man called out 11 and another man called out 12, but my heart stopped when a deep timber yelled “$15,000 for the girl” my heart dropped out of my chest and into my stomach there was no doubt in my mind that was Mr. Whiskey himself.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Masterlist

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🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

Series Masterlist 🌶||🍭||🍷

Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

🍂 Series masterlist 🍂 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

🟣 Series masterlist 🟣 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

Summary: One of the best decisions August Walker ever made was sharing his princess with his college roommate Walter Marshall... (Dom!August Walker x reader // Dom!Walter Marshall x reader)

Part 1🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5 🌶

Series summary: The cute barista from your regular coffeeshop takes a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally does... (Barista!Mike x reader)

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭 || 🌶

Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do. (Melot x ofc (Tamsyn))

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭|| 🍷 || 🌶

Masterlist for all @henrycavillbingo entries!

A little short (August Walker x reader) - 🌶 Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.

Puppy love (dad!August vs. Teen Daughter) - 🍭 Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'. Puppy love II (dad!Syverson & son!Mike) - 🍭 Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - 🌶 Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Pumpkin Spice (barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader) - 🌶 Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Taking cues (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Your favorite bartender offers to teach you to play pool.

Tongue-tied (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Mike has always wanted to try to tie you up...

You deserve it (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: You’re feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Snowed in (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Making a mess of Mikey (Mike x reader x Black!ofc) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Happy birthday (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike makes you breakfast on your birfthday...

Next door (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Jersey (hockeyplayer!Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

🍀 Get wet (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little stumped that he made his girl squirt...

🍀 Not what you think (Mike x German!reader) - 🍭 || 🍷 Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

🍀 Common fucking indecency (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Little brother AU Worth it (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He’s also on a date… Astraphobia (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother... Sunday dinner (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍷 Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Baby, it's cold outside (Napoleon Solo x OFC) - 🌶 Summary: A stewardess recognises a certain Mr. Jack Deveny from her flight earlier in the day. He just so happens to be staying at her layover-hotel.

Body Double (Syverson) - 🍭 Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

What's the occasion? (Syverson x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list. The next chapter (Syverson) - 🍷 Summary: You come home to an interesting situation...

Don't knock it till you try it (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Axes and O's (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Fantasy AU

To become one (wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

What's in a name (wood elf!Prince!Mike x tiefling!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: At the wedding of his brother Melot, Mike is lured away by his little demon. A few months later, there is even more cause for celebration.

One of two kinds (werewolf!Geralt x halfling!Druid!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: When you find a wounded, new werewolf in the forest, you can't just leave him lying there. Perhaps the enormous man will turn out to be exactly what you needed...

[sillyrabbit81]

Prompt fairy 🧚🏼‍♀️

How about childhood sweethearts reunite at their high school ten year reunion? Sy (now in the army) sees his first love again. Maybe he broke it off because he was joining the army and didn’t want her to wait for him? Maybe he thought she’d be married with babies (because that’s what she wanted) but turns out no other man could come close to him? Angsty smut?

Summary: You and Sy are high school sweethearts who break up when he joins the military, and you go to college. You see each other again at your ten year high school reunion.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 10.2k

Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), mild slut shaming, dirty talk

Authors note: Thanks Anon for the prompt. I enjoyed this one. It’s much longer than I anticipated though. I hope it’s still enjoyable.

Thanks to my best beta’s forever @amberangel112 (for coming up with the title) and @henryobsessed (for inspiring the ending). Thank you both for dealing with all my angst about every damn fic I write. I don’t know how you put up with me sometimes.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

No More Pretending

Although you don't recognise him at first, you spot him as soon as you enter the function room. You can't miss him, his sheer bulk, impressive beard, and uniformly short haircut makes him stand out. Not to mention his aura of confidence and the way he moves with predatorial ease throughout the room. You can see that you were not the only one who checks him out. Every time he moves, eyes follow him, and he seems to slice through the crowd as if he is some kind of modern day prophet parting the Red Sea.

Checking in by the door, you make small talk with the people at the desk. What have you been doing since high school? Where are you living? How strange is it to be back? Your eyes inventory the remaining name tags on the desk. You appear to be one of the last to arrive as there aren't many left. Sy's isn't there, he must already be here.

Finding your name at one of the large round tables, you drop off your bag and coat and go to the bar. You are going to need at least one drink to get through the evening, maybe a few more. As you wait for your drink, you look around the mostly full room for a tall man with blue eyes, a square jaw, dimpled chin, and dark brown curly hair, hoping to get a glimpse of Sy before he sees you.

Instead of finding Sy, your eyes are drawn again to the large man with the beard. This time, however, he is looking at you too. You look away quickly, just as the bartender is handing you your drink. You take it and avoiding the man's gaze, you return to your seat.

You make small talk with your old friends at your table, but your mind is elsewhere, you can't stop looking for Sy. You have no idea what you are going to do or say when you see him, but you have to see him again. As soon as you had received the notice for the reunion, he was all you could think about. Well, if you are honest with yourself, he had been in your thoughts regularly for the past ten years. He was your first love, and you hadn't split up because of a fight or because one of you didn't love the other; you broke up because he was joining the military and you were going to college, and you both knew you were too young to pine over each other for years. There was no real closure for you, so despite numerous boyfriends, you had never gotten over him.

Every time you scan the room, the giant guy seems to either be staring at you or looking at you out of the corner of his eye. On one occasion, you lock eyes with him, and before you can look away, he smiles at you. The smile seems familiar, but you can't place it. You wonder if he's mistaken you for someone else. There are a lot of people here tonight that you don't recognise, some because they had put on or lost a lot of weight, some because they had a completely different look to high school and some others because you had just forgotten about them altogether.

After the man smiles at you, you begin to feel a little overwhelmed. You excuse yourself from the table and avoid looking anywhere near the man as you go to the balcony for some fresh air. A few people were smoking, some you remembered, and you greet them briefly before moving to the furthest end, away from the small group, pulling out your phone, pretending that you have something important to do.

You are disappointed. The only reason you came to the reunion was for the chance to see Sy again. Maybe he isn't here at all. Maybe there was no name tag because he wasn't coming. You sigh and check the time. You decide to stay another half hour then leave. Your hotel room was nice, lots of channels on TV, and you figured you'd have a better time relaxing in your hotel. It is depressing in there now that you realise Sy isn't here. You don't want to stay anymore, the disappointment is too much.

As you go back inside you walk the room's perimeter looking at the posters on the walls. Someone had collected photos of your senior year, made collages, and hung them around the room. Despite your gloomy mood, the posters make you smile, flooding you with memories as you notice pictures of yourself from old drama productions, your old friends, and of course, Sy. There is one collage of prom photos, and there is a picture of you and Sy, arms around one another on the dance floor, both of you smiling at the camera. Grinning, you remember the evening. It had been bittersweet. It was a great night, Sy had made it special for you as he always had done for those occasions. However, that night was the beginning of the end, you knew even then your relationship wasn't going to last much longer.

You feel a presence, someone is standing next to you. You take a quick peek and see the bearded guy was looking intently at the picture of you and Sy. He catches your gaze, and this time you can't look away. He grins and starts talking.

"You looked real pretty that night," he says, and your jaw drops. You stare at him. That voice, that's Sy. But, no... "Not much has changed though, you're just as pretty now." You look into his eyes, those deep blue, intelligent, mischievous eyes, and you see the slash of brown in the top of his left one. Checking his name tag you gasp, and your hands fly to cover your mouth in shock. "Are you avoidin' me, Sugar? Or have ya forgotten all about me?"

"Sy?"

"There you go," he says, smiling, playfully bumping you with his shoulder. "You do remember me."

"Well, of course I remember you," you say, returning his smile, having gotten over the shock. "You look like a completely different person."

"I suppose I do." He points at the picture of the two of you. "I never realised how skinny I was." His size wasn't the only thing that had changed. His whole demeanour has changed. Gone was the unsure but cocky, skinny boy, replaced with the confidence and presence of a man who had been through some shit and come out the other side stronger than before.

"You weren't skinny. You're just massive now."

"Massive, am I?" Sy smirks. He looks at you in a way he never has before, quickly reinforcing your thoughts that the Sy you knew was a boy and the Sy before you is a man. Your cheeks heat under that gaze, and you look away, trying to think of something to say to cover your embarrassment.

"So, how have you been?" you ask, kicking yourself for the banality of the question. "I mean, are you still in the army?"

"Fine, I've been fine," Sy answers generously. "And yes, I am."

"Where are you stationed?"

"Colorado, at the..."

"No way! I live in Colorado," you say, a little too excitedly.

"No shit," Sy says. "How long?"

"Hmm, four years."

Sy shakes his head, somehow managing to seem both happy and annoyed at the same time. "How 'bout that, huh? We live in the same state but travel halfway 'round the country to see each other again."

"Ironic, I suppose. Since we broke up because we wouldn't be living near each other."

"Ironic?" Sy nods. "That's one word for it." You glance at him, hearing the bitterness in his words. Is it possible he missed you as much as you missed him? He is looking in your eyes, the mischievous glint is gone, replaced by something you can't read. Suddenly you feel intimidated, dwarfed by his presence and size, and you unconsciously take a step back. His brows furrow, his lips draw into a tight line, and his jaw juts forward. You've offended him, you think and look down at your feet, not sure what you should do.

"Are you..." "How long..." you and Sy speak at the same time. You both chuckle awkwardly.

"Go ahead," Sy says.

"No, I was just going to ask how long you are in town for."

"I've been here since Wednesday, and I'll be leavin' on Wednesday. My sister's and mother have been occupyin' my time." Sy grins and sighs in a way that lets you know how he feels about that. "They said I wasn't comin' to town without spendin' quality time with 'em."

You smile, remembering his older sister and two younger ones. Being an only child and not having a mother in the picture, you had been envious of Sy and his large family. One of the hardest things about breaking up with him had been the loss of that connection and having your family go back to just you and your Dad. "Ew yikes. Imagine having a family that actually wants to see their brother. I mean, that must be so hard on you. How do you cope?"

"I spent Christmas with 'em two years ago. You'd think that'd be enough." Sy laughs. Then he shrugs and adds, "It ain't all bad. I miss my nieces and nephews, it's been fun to spoil 'em." That launches you into a conversation about his family and what has been happening in their lives. The two older sisters are married and the youngest one is getting married next year, which gives Sy the opening to ask, "So, did you get married? Have babies? Whenever I think of you, I always imagine you with a couple of toddlers. You always wanted a family."

"I got close once," you say a little hesitantly. You don't want to talk about that. You also don't think about the fact that Sy just admitted he thinks of you. You force a smile and ask, "How about you?"

"Nah," Sy says. "Never came close neither."

"Oh." You want to ask why not, but you manage to hold your tongue. You look back at your table and notice that most people are starting to take their seats. The food must be coming out soon. "Where are you sitting?"

Sy takes a step closer to you, and you make sure you don't take a step back. He ducks his head a little until he is your height, then points to a table. "Over there."

You feel your heartbeat a little heavier in your chest, he's really close, and you get a whiff of his cologne or deodorant or soap or something. Whatever it is, it smells like freshly cut grass, green with a trace of leather and wood. He smells amazing.

Following his direction, you look at his table and bark out a laugh. "Wow. Half the football team."

Sy chuckles, straightens, and you both start walking to your tables. "I see you're with your drama friends."

"Yeah," you say, grinning. "It's good though, I haven't seen any of them since high school."

"My table sucks," Sy says brutally. "Most of 'em ain't done shit since high school, still livin' in the past. As if high school was the best time of their lives."

"Some of us have fond memories of high school," you say a little tersely.

Sy looks at you. "I didn't mean..."

"I know what you mean," you interrupt. "Have a good night." You smile again, but this one doesn't touch your eyes, and you go back to your seat. When you get there, your food is already served. You begin to eat your smoked salmon, looking enviously at the alternative plate of stuffed mushrooms and chat to your old friends, trying to push Sy out of your thoughts. You can't help your eyes regularly seeking him out though. And every time they do, you find his staring back at you.

After the starter, people get up and mingle. Some start dancing, others get more drinks, but you stay in your seat, talking to your friends. The one time you get up is to go to the bathroom. On the way back, you grab a drink from the bar, and Sy joins you.

"What are ya drinkin'?" he asks, leaning his arm on the bar, turning his body to you.

"Vodka and soda," you reply a little coldly.

Sy just nods and looks at you, his bottom lip is sucked into his mouth. You can see he's thinking something, like he's trying to decide if he should say it.

"What?" you ask, annoyed.

"You still have a temper," he says.

You raise your eyebrows. "You're still blunt."

Sy grins and is about to say something when the bartender asks for your order. Sy orders for you and reaches for his wallet.

"Sy, don't do that," you say.

"Hush," he says, still grinning. "You can get the next one."

"You're still bold too, I see."

Sy shrugs and pays the lady and passes you your drink. "Nah, I'm hopeful."

That shut you up. You both move away from the bar, and you take a sip of your drink. "Thank you, Sy."

"You're welcome, Sugar." He gives you a nod then goes back to his seat.

As he walks away, your eyes follow him, and you try to reconcile the boy you knew to the man before you. You still can't get over how much he's changed. It's night and day physically, just watching him walk, the way his ass is stretching those navy-blue chino's is a sight to see. His thighs are enormous, and his shoulders look twice as wide as they had been, especially in that white button-up he is wearing. He looks for you as he sits in his seat, and flustered, you realise you haven't moved, making it obvious you had been perving on him. Hiding your face, you quickly go back to your seat but not before you notice his smirk. Damn him. Why'd he have to get more attractive?

At your table, your mains are served, and you got talking to one of the guys, Aiden, who you used to hang out in your drama club. Unlike you, he had stayed with his love of theatre and had become a director, he even had a few television credits to his name. Happy for him, you don't mind listening to his stories, his inside scoop on what Hollywood is really like. He makes you laugh, and for a while, you forget about Sy.

After mains, the dancefloor starts pumping and a lot of people get up to dance. Most of the music is old, stuff from the 90s and 2000s, the kind of music you grew up with. You smile as you watch people going up to dance, some pair off, some stay in large groups.

"Want to dance?" Aiden asks, noticing your interest.

"Nah, not really. I just like watching people."

"I'd like to dance," Aiden says, smiling a little shyly. "With you."

You're surprised by Aiden's words and expression. You hadn't realised he was hitting on you. Biting your lip, you steal a quick glance at Sy. He was sitting back in his chair, one arm lying lazily over the chair next to him and in his other hand is a bottle of beer that he slowly raises to his lips. His look is stony, hard, and intense, and you can feel the weight of it from across the room. You look back at Aiden and smile at him.

"I see Jules and Nina dancing. Let's go dance with them," you tell Aiden, nodding in the direction of two of your old girlfriends. A brief look of disappointment flashes across his face before he quickly replaces it with a smile. If there was a doubt that he was hitting on you, that look dispelled that.

You danced a couple of songs as a group, joined by a few more from your table. It was fun remembering cringy dance moves and singing old classics at the top of your lungs. Then a slower song came on and most of the group sat down, but Aiden grabbed your hand and pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist. You aren't sure what to do, so you gingerly place your hands on his shoulders, keeping distance between your bodies. You don't dare make eye contact, so you look at your feet.

"Aiden, I..." you started.

"Mind if I cut in?" You look up, startled to see Sy standing behind Aiden. He's the same height as Aiden, but he is so big in every other way Aiden appears like a boy. Sy doesn't even look at Aiden, his eyes are firmly on you.

Looking gratefully at Sy, you let Aiden go and take a step towards Sy, Aiden has no choice but to let you go. "I suppose I'll get a drink," he says.

"You do that," Sy says. He grins wolfishly at you and, slipping an arm around your waist, spins you away from Aiden.

Trying to unsuccessfully smother a smile, you say to Sy, "Very subtle."

Sy shrugs and takes hold of your free hand and brings it up to his neck. "I'm blunt, remember?"

Raising your hand, you clasp them together behind Sy's head as he wraps his other arm around you. The way he holds you, drawing you close until your hips meet, is such a contrast to the way Aiden held you. Sy seems so much more confident, self-assured, cheeky, even worse than he was in high school, you don't know how that's possible. But more than that, you find that being in his arms is arousing despite your fear earlier, and your stomach does a flip as his eyes meet yours.

"So back in Colorado, is there anyone waitin' for you?" Sy asks. His voice is low, almost whispered. You feel him start to move his hands up your back and down again, stopping just short of your ass.

You shake your head. "You?"

"No."

"Why not?" you ask, then kick yourself, knowing how rude that sounds.

"You've still got no filter, Sugar," Sy chuckles.

"You still avoid answering questions," you retort then look away, feeling heat rise to your cheeks.

Sy tilts his head, trying to meet your eyes again. "You wanna know?"

Looking at Sy, you nod.

"A few reasons. Main one is 'cause I'm away a lot. Hard to get serious when I'm only home six months of the year."

"What's that like?"

"I don't know." Sy draws his brows together. "Been doin' it so long I don't remember what it's like to stay in one place."

"Where do you go?"

"Iraq mostly," Sy says, and for the first time this evening, he looks uncomfortable and avoids your eyes. You wonder what he's seen, what he's gone through, what he's had to do. You think about how war changes a person, and you wonder how much of the boy you knew is actually left in him. He doesn't seem that different, but it's easy to hide things below the surface.

Not really knowing what to say, you tighten your arms around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder. Sy drops his head and leans it against yours, his bearded cheek resting on your forehead while his arms hold you tighter. You bring your hand down and lay it on his chest, Sy brings his up to cover it, and you sway slowly to the music.

It surprises you and yet, doesn't surprise you at how intimate this feels. It's odd that you could spend so long apart, have separate lives that the other knows nothing about and yet seem to fall straight back into each other as if no time had passed whatsoever.

You wonder how much of it you can blame on nostalgia, wanting to go back to a time that was simple. You think it's more than that though, you felt a connection to Sy the first time you met him in freshman year. You hadn't started dating straight away and didn't see each other that much outside of classes because of your different friendship groups. But you kept coming back to each other, as friends first, then as girlfriend and boyfriend, and later lovers. Being in his arms now, it doesn't feel like ten years has passed, he feels just as warm and safe as he did back then.

Too quickly, the song finishes and is replaced by a song that causes half the girls to squeal and run to the dancefloor. You feel Sy flinch, his body braces, and he lifts his head. The moment of connection is lost, and you step out of his arms.

"Thanks for the dance, Sy," you say with a gentle smile.

Sy recovers quickly as he looks at you. "I hate this song," he says, trying to cover his discomfort. Neither of you make a move to walk away, and you stand there awkwardly looking at your feet. "Come outside with me?" Sy indicates the balcony you were on earlier. You smile and nod, Sy grins and you notice the spark return to his eyes as he slips his arm around your waist. "Let's go."

Sy opens the door for you, and you breathe a little easier outside, away from all the people and noise. Sy shakes hands with a few guys he knew, some of them say hi to you too, some kiss your cheek. As you and Sy walk to the furthest end of the balcony, you can't help but give a short chuckle.

"What's got you tickled, Sugar?"

"Oh," you bite your lip, debating whether you should tell him what you're thinking.

Sy leans his back on the railing and pulls you close to him. His lips are curled into a grin, and with the back of his fingers, he gently caresses your cheek. "Hmm? It's unlike you to hold back."

You can't look into his eyes, but Sy's fingers move under your chin, and he forces you to look at him. You keep chewing on your bottom lip, and you notice his gaze drawn to your mouth and his tongue flicks out, licking his lip, before sucking it into his mouth. You're struck by how familiar that action is, he used to do that before he kissed you.

"It's funny that your friends kissed me tonight before you did."

Sy's lips twitch back into a smile. "Is that what you want, Sugar? You want me to kiss you?"

You shrug and feel your ears start to burn. Your chest feels tight as Sy lifts your chin higher and your mouths are so close you can smell the beer on his breath. It's not unpleasant, especially when mixed with his heady perfume. It's potent, virile, and masculine, and you wonder what his mouth will taste like. You close your eyes, parting your lips slightly, trying desperately to control your panting breath.

Sy's beard scrapes over your skin and you feel his lips softly press into your cheek. You start to giggle, you didn't know you were that nervous, and it is a relief when he kisses your cheek instead of your lips. You hear Sy chuckle too, he hasn't moved, and you feel his whiskers press against your cheek. "You want more?" Sy's voice is low in your ear, and you feel it reverberate in his chest. His breath is warm as it brushes your ear, sending tingling pleasure down your spine.

You hum your consent, but Sy won't have it. "Say it, baby," he urges. You feel his words deep in your gut. He wasn't like this ten years ago. Back then, he wouldn't have shown this restraint, his eagerness would have gotten the best of him. Unless he isn't eager to kiss you, and this is just a game. Maybe he just wants to get laid and figures with your history together, you would be the easiest target. And just like that, all the heat in your body turned to ice and you push yourself out of his arms.

"Don't worry about it," you say. Sy looks confused, but you look through the glass wall back into the function room. "Desserts served, let's go back."

Sy grabs your hand, "Hey wait, what's goin' on?"

"Nothing. I just want to go inside."

"Sugar," Sy says, his tone was a little stern. "Don't do that."

"You don't have to pretend,"

Sy looks at you for a long time. His hands move to your neck, his big thumbs rest on your cheeks. "Fine, no more pretendin'."

His lips are suddenly on yours, firm and warm, they press hard against you. He kisses your bottom lip them your top, and his beard roughly scrapes over your skin. When you kiss him back, your mouth slightly open, he makes a noise in his throat, and one hand slips into your hair and the other wraps around your waist. Your arms circle his neck, pulling him closer, and he groans softly again. You forgot how much noise he makes while kissing, how hard he breathes into your mouth, how difficult it is for you to get oxygen when he completely dominates the kiss. He licks at your lips, and you open your mouth wider, and this time it's you who moans as he starts to massage your tongue.

You don't know how long you kiss for, you're consumed by a rush of emotions, excitement, arousal, and need. Your muscles quiver making you feel weak. You feel his kiss through your whole body, you feel his desire as his fist tightens in your hair and his hand slides over the curve of your ass. Every part of you hums and throbs with yearning, you want more and more. You don't remember Sy kissing you like this, in fact, you don't ever think you've been kissed like this.

By the time you both slow and Sy pulls away, leaving you staccato kisses, you're both panting, breathing in each other's air. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you feel its heavy beat all through your body.

"Wanna get outta here, baby?" Sy asks, huskily. You're relieved that the kiss has made him seem as breathless as you feel.

"I don't. That dessert looks really good," you tease.

Sy chuckles softly. "How 'bout I take you to the creamery and getcha something there."

"Are you asking me on an ice cream date, Sy?"

Sy grins, "Just like old times, Sugar."

You bite your lip, hiding your smile.

"Yeah?" Sy asks, his voice was a little mocking, but it was a familiar tone and made your smile even bigger

"Yeah," you reply, matching his tone.

You say a quick goodnight to your old friends. Aiden seems particularly out of sorts when Sy hovers over you while you say goodbye. But some of your girlfriends give you approving and knowing looks. You and Sy had been a good couple in high school, people had been shocked when you broke up, so to most of them, it isn't a surprise that you and Sy hook up.

As you leave, Sy puts his hand on the small of your back, a reassuring gesture. But you start thinking about what you are doing. Is it a good idea to leave with Sy? Is this just a one night thing to get each other out of your system, or is it going to lead to something more? Sy is quiet too. You wonder if he's thinking the same thing, or does he know exactly what he wants from tonight.

Trying to push negative thoughts from your mind, you resolve to have fun and let the night lead where it leads. If you think too much about it, you won't enjoy the evening, you won't be present, you won't know how you feel about Sy. Right now, you feel excited and nervous, but you also feel more comfortable away from the others. This was how you and Sy were in high school, you had such different friend groups you rarely hung out together with other people. You always felt weird at the parties he went to, he always felt bored at the parties you went to, but it never seemed to matter how different you were when you were together, alone.

When you step out of the building, Sy takes your hand. "It's a nice night, wanna walk?"

"Sure, I walked from the motel anyway."

"Where you stayin'?"

You feel a little sheepish as you tell him the name of the motel. Sy makes a face. "What?"

"Ain't it a bit of a dive?"

"No, they renovated. It's pretty good. My room has a big corner spa bath, king sized bed, balcony and everything."

"Sounds nice. Maybe you could take me there, and I can check it out," Sy smirks.

"Smooth, Sy," you laugh at his crude suggestion.

Sy bumps you with his shoulder, and you imitate his gesture. He puts his arm around your shoulder and put yours around his waist and you walk that way for a few blocks. Sy takes the opportunity to ask you more about what you've been up to. You tell him about your dad because once he got over the fact his daughter was dating, he and Sy had gotten along well. You tell him about your job and where in Colorado you live. It turns out you only live about an hour away from each other.

When you get to the ice creamery, you see it is still packed with groups of teens and couples on dates like it was when you and Sy used to come here. You line up and Sy stands behind you, wrapping his around your belly like he used to.

"I still remember your order," Sy says in your ear.

"Go on," you say, amused.

"Waffle cone with chocolate fudge on the bottom and salted caramel on top, with whipped cream, hot fudge, sprinkles and nuts on top."

Turning your head, you look back at Sy. He has a smug grin on his face. "Holy shit," you laugh. "How do you remember that?"

"I don't know. It just came to me as soon as we walked in the door."

"Wow. I don't know if that's sweet or a sign that we ate too much ice cream."

"Maybe both, Sugar," Sy says. He kisses your cheek and gives you a squeeze.

You're a little too jittery to say anything, so you turn your head forward again. Your cheek feels hot where he kissed it, and your body is warm, feeling the heat from Sy's body pressed into your back doesn't help either. You feel a tension rising, this reunion is beginning to feel like more than just two old flames hooking up. It feels more like a correction, a way to make things right again.

Shaking your head, you remind yourself to pull back. You don't know what's happening here. You don't really know how he feels. You want to trust him like you used to, but you don't know if he's changed. He doesn't feel like he's too different, older perhaps, harder, but you still see the old Sy in him.

You get your ice creams and continue your walk. It is unspoken, but you both start walking in the direction of your hotel. You and Sy reminisce about high school, laughing about seeing some people and relaying stories about them.

You finish reminding Sy about the one theatre production you convinced him to work on when suddenly Sy stops walking.

"Sugar, do you want to go back?"

"To high school?" you laugh. "Fuck no!"

Sy chuckles. "No, baby, back to the reunion." You look at him, feeling a little confused. He pulls his lips into a thin line and sighs. "You seemed like you were havin' fun and I pulled you away." Then he grins, "I wanted you all to myself, I guess."

You nibble on your lip, trying to decide what to say. You choose to go with the truth, letting the chips fall where they may. "No. I don't want to go back. I only came because of you, Sy."

Sy's chuffs then shakes his head. He steps in closer to you and places his hand on your cheek. "You know, you live close enough I could come see ya on weekends," he says lowly, his fingers stroke your cheek.

Sy stares at you for a while and you struggle not to look away, taking the time to really look at him. He's obviously spent a lot of time in the sun, his skin is darker than it used to be, more freckles on his nose too. His widow's peak is more pronounced with his short hair, but it suits him. He has a few scars, they seem old and faded, and you wonder if he would ever tell you how he got them. You gingerly raise your hand to one on his forehead, gently running your thumb over it. His brows furrow a moment, his discomfort seems to have returned. His eyes are harsher than they had been, the beginnings of crow's feet make them seem harder, yet when he smiles, they seem to make his mischievousness more pronounced too.

"You're so different," you murmur. "But at the same time, you're not." You let out a wry chuckle. "How can that be?"

"I don't know, baby." Sy tucks some of your hair behind your ear. "Does it matter?"

You shake your head. "No."

"Do you want me to? Visit you, I mean?"

You feel something cold and sticky on your hand, and looking down, you see your ice cream is melted all over your fingers. "Ugh," you say. You lick your fingers, then your ice cream, but you struggle to swallow it. "I don't really want this anymore."

Sy plucks it from your hand and walks to the nearest trash can and throws both yours and his in the bin. He comes back sucking ice cream off his fingers, wiping his hands on the napkin and looking intently at you. There was a hunger in that look, a desire that you aren't prepared for. He looked at you like you were a meal, like prey on the savannah, predatorial and aggressive. Narrowing his eyes, Sy pulls grabs the belt on your dress and pulls you close until he is looming over you. Fuck, this was not the Sy you remember.

You look away, intimidated, overwhelmed, but you like the way he looks at you, you want him to look at you like that, but when he does, he doesn't feel like Sy anymore. You don't understand how one minute he seems so familiar, the next, like a completely different person.

"We goin' back to your hotel?" He cups your cheek and brings your gaze to his. His voracious look is still there, but he softens it with a smile. He must see the confusion, fear and uncertainty on your face. "We don't have to. I just wanna spend time with you. Get to know you again. You tell me where ya wanna go, I'll take ya there."

"Anywhere?" you grin.

"Vegas, Paris, Tokyo, Sydney, anywhere sugar," he teases.

You laugh, feeling a little more relaxed and take his hand in yours. "Let's go," you say, pulling him along towards your hotel. "You're still cheesy, you know that?"

"You still laugh," he says, letting himself be pulled along. He catches up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. It's only a block to your motel, and you are both quiet as you walk through the car park and open the door to your room.

"Well, this is it," you say. "Much better than it used to be."

"It is," Sy grins. "I was embarrassed bringin' you here back then. It was all I could afford though."

"It was perfect, Sy," you say softly. "I thought you forgot."

Sy puts his hand on your neck and puts his arm around your waist. "Never, baby," he whispers back. "I couldn't forget that night if I tried."

"I suppose no one forgets their first time."

"No one forgets their first love." Sy brushes his lips against yours. His kiss is sweet, tender, and over too quickly. You want more, but Sy speaks, his mouth hovering just above yours. "You didn't answer my question earlier."

"Which question?"

"Do you want me to visit you when we get back?" You bite your lip, unsure, is he asking what you think he's asking? "I want to see you again," he says, removing your doubts. Then he pulls his lip into his mouth and sighs. For the first time that night, he seems unsure, thinking. He breaths hard through his nose, and you think he's trying to decide something. When he finally talks, he shocks you. "Dumbest thing I ever did was let you go."

Your jaw drops, you can barely breathe. Sy feels the same way you do. You had hoped but never really thought it could be possible. You still have doubts, you aren't the same people you were. What if you were too different, spent too much time apart, built the other up in your mind as something more than they are?

"What if it doesn't work?" you murmur. "What if..."

Sy interrupts you. "It might not work, but I need to give it a shot." Sy lowers his forehead to yours. "I ain't been able to getcha outta my head in ten years."

Still trying to process what he's saying, you stare back at him. Your heart is pounding like a rabbit, you can hardly count the beats. The longer you look into his eyes the less filled with doubt you feel. You never got over him, you compared every man you ever dated to Sy, and none ever came close. And to see him now, a grown man, living out the potential you saw in him in his youth, you were right, none of them compared to Sy. You do need to give this a shot too.

You take hold of his shirt, pulling him closer. His nose nudges yours playfully, you smile and nudge him back. You close your eyes and press your lips against his. His kiss is like earlier, soft and firm, but he doesn't ease you into it, his tongue flicks at your lips and you meet it with yours.

As if a dam has burst, you are both in a sudden frenzy. Sy's hands are everywhere, pawing, squeezing, rubbing and yours are the same. Sy is familiar, but his body is not, and as your hands slide over his chest and you feel the strength of him, you moan into his mouth, and your body starts to throb. He feels incredible, so big, warm, and powerful, and your trembling fingers start to undo his shirt, you want to see him.

Sy pulls his body away, though his lips stay on yours, and he pulls his shirt out of his pants. When he wraps his arms around you again, you feel his skin, his heat is blistering, the hair on his forearms, chest, and stomach is a surprise and you can't help but mumble, "Fuck, you're hot."

Sy chuckles, and you feel a little embarrassed, but then Sy says, "That's what I should be tellin' you, baby. You're fuckin' gorgeous. You always were, but now... fuck... I..." Sy kisses down your neck, growling like he doesn't have the words to say what he's thinking. "I want you so fuckin' bad."

Your arms encircle Sy neck and slide down his back, you want to touch him everywhere. The way his muscles move beneath his taut, smooth skin and the way his mouth is sucking on your neck makes you melt into his arms. You're only vaguely aware that Sy is first tugging at your belt, then pulling your dress down your shoulders until it drops to the floor.

Sy walks you backwards to the bed, but you're not paying attention and your feet get tangled in your dress. Oh no, you think as your hold on Sy slips, and the ground rushes up to meet you. Somehow, he catches hold of you before you hit the ground, but still, you feel heat rush to your cheeks.

"Shit," Sy says, and you see a look of terror on his face when he realises he is about to fall on top of you. He takes a few stumbling steps before righting himself and he pulls you to your feet. When you are both stable, you glance at each other and laugh. Maybe it's your nerves, but you laugh until you have tears in your eyes, and every time you think you have control of yourself, one look at Sy sends you into hysterics again.

"I'm so sorry," you say through your giggles. "You shoulda seen your face."

"I thought we were both goin' down for a second there," Sy laughs, which sends you into another round of hysterics.

"Going down," you say between heaving breaths, and you sit on the edge of the bed trying to calm down.

Sy shakes his head, rolling his eyes, but he's still grinning. "I thought you grew up some."

"I'm sorry. Ok, I'm not laughing anymore," you say, pressing your lips tightly together, trying to hold it in. Sy gives you a hard stare, one that you don't doubt would make any green soldier shit themselves but only makes you laugh more. You take a few deep breaths, and Sy sits beside you on the bed, rubbing your back in big circles, helping you calm quicker. More seriously now you apologise again. "Sorry Sy. I guess I ruined the moment."

Raising his hand to your head, he guides you to his shoulder before rubbing your back some more. "It ain't ruined," he reassures you. "We got plenty of time. We don't have to do anything tonight."

Finally feeling like you had regained some control, you breathe easier and close your eyes. You let Sy's soft scent wash over you, feel the coarse curls on his chest against your cheek while his roughened and calloused palm and fingers scrape over your back. "That feels nice," you mumble.

"Hmm," Sy hums.

"I want to though, Sy," you say.

"Want what, sugar?"

"I want to do stuff tonight." You raise your head and look at Sy.

He's already looking down at you, and you see his expression change, his eyes darkening as you see his yearning return. He lays on the bed, taking you with him, and his eyes seem to search your face.

"You sure?" Sy asks, his voice his gravelly now, hoarse, and low. You nod, and he smiles briefly before covering your mouth with his. He goes slower now, his kisses are gentle and warm, he's lost the feverishness of before but not the passion. His hand skim down the side of your body, over your ribs, your waist, and when he gets to your hip, he holds it, rolling you onto your side to face him. You put your hands on his chest again, marvelling at just how much bigger he is. He pulls away slightly and looks at you.

"What's wrong?" you ask, wondering if maybe he doesn't like this as much as you do.

"Just checkin' you're ok," Sy says, smiling. He turns on his side too, grabs a handful of your ass and pushes himself against you. You feel him. His cock is pressing against your belly, and your eyes widen. You know he's big, but you must have forgotten how big. "You feel me, feel how hard you're makin' me?"

You push your hips into his nodding, you don't know if you can speak. He understands, and his mouth crushes yours. Then he's on top of you, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his thigh presses high until it rubs against your pussy.

"Sy," you moan.

"Fuck, baby," Sy rumbles. He brings both his legs between yours, the movement of his hips pushes your thighs apart and you can feel him grinding against you. You moan his name again and he grunts. "You make me crazy when you say my name like that. You want me as much as I want you, huh?"

"Yeah," you whisper. Sy's lips meet yours again, his tongue pushing into your mouth, controlling the kiss, making it harder and more fervent than before. He pulls away with a suddenness that surprises you, his kisses move to your neck and throat, going lower and lower until you feel his hot breath through the thin material of your bra. You shiver as his mouth encloses around your nipple, the wetness of his tongue seeping through the lace as he sucks on you.

He grins smugly as he kisses down your belly and says into your skin, "I want to taste you again so bad. You have the sweetest fuckin' pussy I ever tasted."

"Oh fuck," you cry. You don't remember this. The way Sy is talking, he hardly ever said a word during sex before, but now... The filthy words are exciting, thrilling, and you want more. You wonder what else will be different, and as his gaze holds yours while he pulls down your panties, that look in his eyes say everything will be different.

Sy had been an attentive lover, he always seemed to get off making you get off. You realise now, he had liked the control, knowing that he made you moan, made you cry his name, made you cum, was what turned him on. And although he didn't lack the desire, he had lacked the experience, and from the confident way his fingertips slid over your slit, you knew he had undoubtedly gained some skills.

"Fuck," Sy murmurs. "You're so wet, and..." he doesn't finish the thought, instead his tongue dips into your pussy. You stare as he groans against you and mumbles something you can't make out before his mouth covers your clit.

"Oh shit, Sy," you mumble. He's definitely honed his skills in the past ten years. You feel your thighs tremble nearly instantly and watch as his hips start to move. Jesus Christ, he's humping the fucking mattress. His hands slide under your ass, lifting you higher, his fingers kneading and squeezing as his lust filled eyes bore into yours. You can't look away, his gaze has you trapped, completely mesmerised, as his bearded lips suck and his tongue flicks.

Reaching his long arm up your body, he puts his fingers against your lips. You part them, and he sticks two in, his eyes urging you on. You take him in your mouth, sucking softly on him, your tongue lapping at the pads of his fingers. His eyes close a moment, and he hums against you. You let him go, moaning as the vibrations from his mouth seem to echo through your body.

Sy's eyes snap open, and you can almost see the smirk on his face as he thrusts both fingers inside you. Your back arches and you moan his name again as his fingers curl and he finds that spot that makes your core clench. You hear him groan as he finds it, and your eyes are drawn to his again as you approach your peak.

Your eyes plead with him, and soon you're crying his name. "Please, Sy. Oh fuck, please."

Sy winks at you. For a moment you're shocked, you forgot he can't wink. Then you giggle, his uncoordinated attempt made even funnier while he's down between your legs. But it doesn't stop the rush of heat exploding from your core as your whole body begins to pulse and your climax overtakes you.

You're still giggling while he sits up, smirking. "You still can't wink," you laugh.

Sy chuckles and crawls on top of you, supporting most of his weight on his elbows. "Nobody's perfect." His head drops to your neck, and he kisses you. His mouth finds your pulse and he latches on, sucking softly before letting go. His voice is rough in your ear as he asks, "Wanna keep goin', baby?"

You reach between you and pull at his belt, Sy groans before he lifts himself off you and takes his pants off, throwing them off the bed with a roguish grin that makes you giggle again. You bite your lip, the anticipation of seeing him again a little too much, and you start to pull your legs together. Sy hooks his thumbs in his boxers and suddenly stops.

"Shit," he mutters and climbs off the bed and picks his pants up, giving them a flick like he's about to put them on.

You sit up, grab a pillow from behind you to cover yourself. "Are you leaving?" you ask quietly.

"What?" Sy asks. His brows furrowed as he dips his hands into his pocket. He shakes his head and tries another.

"Are you..."

"No, I heard ya," Sy says. "Why do think I'm... Bingo!" he cries and pulls a small metal tin from his pants, a little smaller than a packet of cigarettes. He drops his pants, and his boxers swiftly follow, but you turn away. You don't want to look now. He climbs onto the bed again and sits in front of you, opening the tin. "I figured we needed condoms."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that all." You take a peek in the tin. It isn't just condoms, there are dental dams and small sachets of lube in there too. For the first time, you felt inadequate. How much no strings attached sex was Sy having? How many partners had he had? You shudder to think and clutch the pillow tighter. You really don't know him at all. "Jesus, Sy."

Sy looks at you sharply, catching your tone. He looks at the tin, pulls a condom out and leans past you to place the box on the bedside table. When he settles back, he crosses his legs and sits on his ass and sighs.

"What's eatin' you, Sugar?" He pulls at the pillow, but you grip it tighter, and he lets it go.

"This was a mistake," you mumble. "I don't know you. You're not the same."

"I'm still me, just older. And so are you."

"The Sy I knew wouldn't carry a casual sex kit in their pocket."

Sy sits back and raises his eyebrows. "A casual..." He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, and he looks away, nodding. "You think that's what this is?"

You shrug. "You tell me."

"I ain't gonna apologise for havin' sex during last ten years," Sy says, looking back at you. "But no, that ain't what this is." Sy lifts his hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as he leans in. Your heads almost touch as he whispers. "Not for me anyway."

"What is it for you?" you ask softly.

"The start of somethin'," Sy murmurs and kisses your cheek. "Somethin' that should never have ended." His lips brush yours. You want to believe him. He seems sincere. "I want you to be mine again," he chuffs and adds, "Even when you're an angry little shit."

"I'm not angry," you protest firmly, but your fight is gone. Sy's right. What right do you have to come back into his life and judge him? When he reaches for your pillow again, you let him take it. Sy keeps leaning forward, and you lean back until you're laying flat and Sy hovers over you. "I'm sorry I freaked out. And kinda slut shamed you."

Sy shakes his head and gives you a reassuring smile. "I'll forgive you if you say you're mine," his voice sounds like he's teasing, but his eyes tell another story, he wants you to say it. His hands hold the sides of your head, gently stroking his fingers through your hair and you close your eyes, letting the sensation of his touch wash over you. You feel his soft beard against your cheek, his fingers lifting your chin, his lips on your jaw and his teeth against the bone. "Say it, baby. I want you so bad, and not just for tonight."

"I'm yours, Sy," you say softly.

You hear Sy groan, the sound makes your body tingle, and you feel heat blossom deep in your gut. You open your eyes as Sy's body lifts off you while he puts the condom on. His eyes flick to yours as he rolls the latex down his shaft, and you see him lick his lips as he gives himself a few short tugs.

Running his hands down your legs, Sy leans in to kiss your thighs as his fingers slide over your core. His eyes close as his fingers slip inside you, and you feel his teeth against your sensitive skin. You hiss, but your back arches as he curls his fingers. "Fuck, baby," he groans into your thigh and his rough kisses get closer to your pussy. "I can't decide if I want to fuck you or taste you again."

You mewl as his fingers start pumping harder, and as he brings his body over yours, his face hovers over you, his palm hits your clit. You quiver under his touch, his free hand cups your chin and makes you look at him.

"You tell me, baby," Sy grunts. "You want me to fuck you or lick you."

Moaning you close your eyes, panting, trying to catch your breath. He's going to make you cum again, just with his fingers. "I don't know, Sy," you say breathlessly. "Don't stop, please."

Growling, Sy kisses down your throat as you edge closer to the crest. You feel his whiskered chin scratch over your nipple before the warmth of his mouth surrounds it. His tongue swirls over you, and it's as if your bud is connected straight to your clit. You fall over the edge again, crying out his name, fingernails digging into his shoulders, and you beg, "Fuck me, Sy. Please just fuck me."

As your orgasm fades away, Sy removes his fingers, and you feel him nudge at your core. "Open your eyes, Sugar. I wanna look at ya." Sy's voice is ragged and when you open your eyes, you see the tightness around his, his gritted teeth and his puffing chest. You feel his fingers at your lips, and you open them instinctively, tongue wrapping around them as you lick them. He pushes inside you and you whimper as you feel your walls accommodating his size.

Sy's brows pull together as he removes his fingers from your mouth. "Did I hurt ya?" You shake your head. It hurt, but only in that way that simultaneously feels like bliss. His face relaxes as he drops his head into your neck. "God damn it, baby. You're huggin' me so fuckin' tight."

You wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him in closer as you bury your face into his shoulder. One of Sy's hands slides beneath you, cupping and kneading your ass, while the other slips into your hair. When Sy starts to move, it's euphoric. He moves slowly but roughly, every pump into you is more brutal than the last, and you hear him grunt with each drive.

"Fuck, Sy," you whine. "You feel so good."

"Fuckin' hell, baby," Sy growls. His mouth searches for yours, and he kisses you hard and deep, his teeth scrape over your bottom lip as he sucks it into his mouth. You moan into his mouth, your whole body is throbbing and you can feel your heartbeat as you press your lips against his.

Sy pulls out and rolls you onto your belly, lifting your ass in the air. "Oh God!" you cry as he moves you like a rag doll, you have never been manhandled like this before and you like it much more than you thought you would. Sy enters you again, and you expect to stay there, but his arm wraps around your chest and brings you to your knees as well, your back pressing against his chest.

Sy wraps one hand around your throat while he grabs yours with the other and takes it between your legs. He lays his thick fingers between yours and lowers them until you can feel yourself stretched tight around him and feel his cock sliding in and out of you.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you moan. You have never felt anything so erotic in your life. Your head lulls against Sy's shoulder as your body starts to tremble.

"Can ya feel me fuckin' you, baby? Feel how fuckin' hard I am, how fucking wet you are?" Sy's rasping voice murmurs into your ear. "Fuck, Sugar, your hot little cunt's gonna make me cum."

Sy's teeth sink into your shoulder, and you cry out, clenching hard around him. He swears and thrusts harder into you. Sy takes your hand lower again, cupping his balls. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum," he barks out into your ear. You feel them rise as he growls, and you feel him thicken within you as his orgasm overtakes him.

Still holding you close as his breathing returns to normal, Sy's hands roam your body. His touch is so gentle, so different from moments earlier, but feels just as amazing to your still electrified and sensitive skin. Humming, he lays tender kisses on your neck, trailing them down your shoulder as if he's trying to make up for the bites he left before. He whispers sweet words as he lays you down and sighs with regret when he needs to go to the bathroom and clean up.

When he comes back, he wraps you in his arms and doesn't let you go all night.

Sy stays with you until your Uber arrives to take you to the airport. He won't let you go until you make firm plans for the following weekend. He tells you he will be at your house just after dinner on Friday, and he will until Sunday. You laugh at how he invites himself to your place, but you have to admit, it is arousing.

"Get used to it Sugar, I'll be there every week," he says, winking. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as he does. The image of him between your legs winking at you will never leave your mind.

As if he knows what you are thinking he pulls you close and rumbles in your ear, "I wanna be inside you again so bad."

"This morning wasn't enough, huh?" you say, teasingly, trying not to let your desire show in your voice.

"I don't think I will ever get enough, baby." He gives you a soft kiss on the forehead and says, "Have a safe flight." Then he opens your door for you giving you one more kiss before he closes it and waves goodbye.

You would be lying if you said you didn't get an urge to cry. After waiting so long to reconnect, the thought of spending five days apart feels like torture and tears well in your eyes as you wave back.

Later that night, after you got home, had diner, and unpacked, you just finished showering when your phone rings. You grin when you see Sy's name on the screen. Answering it quickly, you greet him.

"Hey, Sy."

"Hi, Sugar," Sy's voice sounds happy, upbeat, none of the angsty tone of your last conversation. "How was your flight?"

You proceed to tell him the boring details briefly and then ask, "So to what do I owe this phone call? I thought you were in a house crowded with kids, they seem pretty quiet."

"I'm outside," Sy says simply. "I miss you, that's why I'm callin'."

You instantly feel warm and your lips curl into a smile. "Really?" you say coyly and stupidly. God, just him telling you he misses you makes you all gooey.

"Yeah, baby. A lot." Sy pauses and asks. "Do ya miss me?"

"Yeah," you say, still feeling a little dumb. "I wish I was with you right now."

Sy exhales heavily into the phone. "God damn Sugar, me too." Then he adds, "I want to touch you again, so fuckin' bad."

You bite your lip but don't reply. You aren't sure if you will say words or just squeak.

"Do you want me to touch ya right now?" Sy asks. You detect laughter in his voice and wonder what's so funny.

"Of course I do," you reply carefully. You hear the doorbell sound off. "That's weird."

"What?"

"My doorbell just rang."

"Yeah," Sy says, his tone almost dismissive. "Do you wanna see me?"

"Yeah, you know I do," you tell Sy as you walk to the door.

"Well, ya better answer the door and let me in, cause I sure as hell wanna see you too."

[whenmondaycomes]

Aerin had just got out of overseeing an afterschool activity, because the original teacher in charge was sick, and was now on her way to meet Sy at the bar. The moment that she got to the bar and walked through the door, she was already feeling very nervous. Being born to Islamic grandparents and parents, September 11th hit her from both sides. She was painted as an enemy because it was her family's people responsible. There was also the other side as well though. She came to America at a young age and is an American legally and at heart, so the attacks affected her too. It hurt when people looked at her like she was dangerous. Her dating an Army Captain also caused some heads to turn. She saw Syverson sitting at a table with some of his military friends. She decided to head towards him first, before going to get a drink. As she was walking over, she felt people staring at her. She tried to keep her focus on her boyfriend and ignored everyone else. She could tell the moment that Sy saw her, because his smile grew into one of excitement. When she arrived at the table, Sy was already out of his seat and pulling her chair out for her. She thanked him after sitting down, and said hello to the other people at the table. Mostly everyone said hello back, at least the ones that have known her for awhile, while the others tried to avoid eye contact. That upset her a little bit, but she didn't want to cause conflict so she kept her mouth shut. Sy sat back down and put his arm around her, after giving her a kiss on the cheek. The group chatted about life for a little while, before Aerin had to go to the bathroom. After she was done in the bathroom, she decided to go and finally get herself a drink. "Hi. Can I have a 'sex on the beach' please?", Aerin asked the bartender. "Oh, and five beers for my boyfriend and his friends too", she added. The bartender gave her a nod and went to make the drinks. She had her back to the bar, and looking at her boyfriend, when she heard some women gossiping. She wasn't paying much mind to them, until they said something that peaked her interest. "Hey, did you notice that sexy army guy over there?", one asked. "Which one? They're all pretty good looking if you ask me", another one said. "The tall one", the first one replied. "Oh that one. I don't know, seems like he's already taken", said the third girl in the group. "Not for long. I mean honestly, who would want to be with a terrorist like that. Isn't he supposed to be fighting for his fellow Americans? Like, he needs an all American girl if you ask me. I know that I can be that for him. He doesn't want to be with that ugly monster anyways. It'll be easy to make him mine", the first girl proudly declared. Aerin felt herself on the verge of tears when she heard that familiar southern drawl behind her. "I don't think that I would ever want anythin' to do with any of you women. You are disgusting human beings for sayin' things like that. You are a disgrace to this world. Never talk about this beautiful, precious, smart, and kind woman like that ever again. Do you understand me?", Sy said angrily. All three of the girls meekly nodded, probably more out of embarrassment, and fear, than actual shame. "Now get your intolerant butts out of my sight," he growled out. With that the girls left the bar and Aerin and Sy enjoyed the rest of their time out at the bar. When they got home, Sy gave Aerin a back massage. They then spent the rest of the night cuddling.

[foodieforthoughts]

Hiii, i love your blog and your writing style so i’m gonna make a request if you don’t mind: we often see Cap Sy being jealous of the reader, but what if sometimes is the other way around? like the reader being jealous of one of sy female ‘coworker’ because they have their work in common and they get along, and then Sy notices it and is all reassuring and stuff🥺🥺

Hey Anon bean. It was going to be this drabble for Mondays with Sy, but Henry's IG post distracted me. But here it is. 😁 And thank you so much for the request and for enjoying my work. I'm super soft today and everything is super fluffy. Hope you like it ❤️

Warning: So much fluff! 🥰

Title: Edge of Paradise

You tried really hard not to stare but the moment her hand touched your Captain's arm, you couldn't keep your cool. He seemed unhinged by the touch, continuing with his conversation like nothing had happened. But you knew the familiar flick of the woman's hair, the way she looked at Sy under her lashes and how her voice got a little higher when she laughed at his joke.

Involuntarily, you crumbled the piece of paper in your hand and threw it at the dustbin. Adjusting your apron around your waist, you went back to cleaning the bar top, wiping the pristine surface harder than necessary. The pub was alive with the usual Saturday night crowd of the the several army men living in the area around camp. Syverson had texted you he'll be there with his boys and would later drive you home after your shift.

But after the customary hello and a chivalrous peck on your cheek, he had gone off to mingle with his friends and her.

Tall, athletic and charismatic Lieutenant Gemma was everything you weren't. You often saw her with the men, boisterous and flirty, many a times singling out with Sy. It irked you sometimes when you saw her flirting with your man and hated that she had more things in common with him than you'll ever have. Sy was not a man to be unfaithful, you trusted him, but the thought still worried you when they were deployed together in a foreign land. You tried not to bring it up because you were afraid to come off as clingy and jealous. But when you saw them together, like right now when they were clinking their beer bottles and laughing with their peers, it pricked at your heart and made you wonder if you'll ever be enough.

"You're awfully quiet," Sy broke the silence in the car. You had been staring out the window, mind preoccupied with conflicting thoughts and self doubt. "Everything alright there, babe?" He asked, placing his hand on your knee.

You sighed. Looking down at your hands clasped in your lap, you quietly voiced your concern. "Do I make you happy?"

"Of course, darlin'. You make me very happy." He squeezed your knee, looking at you before turning his attention back to the road. Another moment of silence stretched between the two of you, only the rumble of the car's engine filling in the space as you drove down the busy road. Sy cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. "Does this have to do anything with the Lieutenant? I saw you looking at us."

You felt your cheeks heat up. You looked at him wide-eyed, opening and closing your mouth to form words in your defense but getting none out. Sy glanced at you again before veering the car to the side and parking it under a streetlight.

Turning in his seat to look at you, giving you his whole attention, Sy looked at you expectantly. Under his gaze you felt tiny, miniscule, like a little girl being caught red handed eyeing the forbidden candy jar. You brought your eyes back to staring at your hands which were clammy with anxious sweat.

"What's on your mind, darlin'?" Sy placed his finger underneath your chin and turned your face to him. "Tell me."

"Do you... ever want someone who's more like... You?"

Sy scrunched his face in confusion. "What?"

Biting your lower lip, you took a moment to calm your thumping heart. You were finally going to put your insecurities in front of the man you loved. You dreaded it, but also knew it was necessary for the peace of your mind. "Someone like her? Who knows and understand what you do? Do you regret being with a simple bartender like me?"

You watched as Sy's eyes softened. He tenderly smiled at you, reaching for your hands and taking them in his, not caring about your sweaty palms.

"You are not just a simple bartender, babe. You are extraordinary, in every way. I don't think about being with anyone but you." Bringing one hand to gently caress your cheek, Sy leaned forward and looked deeply in your eyes. Under the soft glow of the streetlight streaming in, Sy's azure eyes glistened like crystals, making you drown in them like the first time you had met him. "The only thing I regret is havin' not met you sooner."

Your eyes welled with tears when Sy's lips touched yours. They were soft against yours, reassuring you of his love. It had taken you only eleven days and two dates to realize you had fallen for the Captain and in Sy's words he had been "gone for good" from the moment he had sat at the bar and you had served him his drink.

Breaking the kiss, Sy sat back in his seat and only stared at you with a smile. He still had your hands in his, grasping at your fingers delicately.

"Okay," Sy said more to himself than you. "I guess I don't have to wait any longer."

"What?" You asked, watching as he proceeded to climb out of the car. You looked at him puzzled as he rounded the front to reach your side and held your door open. Taking his outstretched hand and jumping out of his truck, you followed him to stand in front of the car.

Taking a deep breath, Sy suddenly got down on one knee and fished out a blue box from his back pocket. Your clasped your hands over your open mouth, stunned and astonished at the turn of events. You took a staggered step behind, bringing your hand to place on the warm hood of the car, supporting your body as your legs turned to jelly. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as your entire body heated up, watching the love of your life kneeling down in front of you. Several cars drove by on the road with someone shouting "Say yes!" as they passed by you.

With a cheeky grin under his thick beard, Sy opened the box with the ring shining brilliantly inside. "I swear I'll ask again in a much romantic way." Taking out the ring and holding it up to you, Sy smiled. "Will you marry me, darlin'? Complete me?"

Not able to control any more of the tears that had been threatening to overflow, you cried as you nodded your head and managed to stutter a "Yes". Sy stood up and placed the ring on your finger, smiling from ear to ear as you flung your body at his outstretched arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, wetting his hoodie with your tears as he held you tightly against him.

"You don't have to worry about anything now. I'm all yours. You're the only one I ever want." Sy whispered before he twirled you around, laughing as you squealed with glee and pulled your face in a for breathtakingly passionate kiss.

[livingbreathingdreams]

❤︎ Oh, honey

Pairing: Bartender!Captain Syverson x Reader

Summary: A first date and cowboy hats.

A/N: This sequel exists thanks to a video of two bearded men in cowboy hats line dancing to Footloose on Tiktok 🤠🧡

Part I

The next time she came into the bar, she was a little more awkward than usual. He could tell she was embarrassed about getting shitfaced and telling him all of her private business. She told him she wasn’t sure he was being sincere when he said he wanted to take her out, which made his heart crack a little. How could she not see what a catch she was and that HE would be the lucky one, should she ever give him a chance?

It took some hot tea with a generous swig of Fireball on the house, and some coaxing from Sy to get her to finally believe him. But the smile that made its way onto her lips was reward enough for him. They agreed on Saturday night, when he wasn’t scheduled to work at the Drink & Jive.

//

She wore a pair of jeans that hugged her in all the right places and a really soft-looking blouse when she stepped out of her front door. He didn’t want to tell her where they were going and told her to pick a casual outfit she would feel comfortable in. This time, the strawberry red on her lips looked just right. He had to clear his throat before speaking. “You look breathtaking honey.” And he wasn’t the only one who had trouble keeping himself from unraveling. Her voice came out breathy. “Thank you, Sy. You don’t look so bad yourself.” Which wasn’t a lie. He wore his best pair of jeans and a crisp, clean button-up with a silver triangle bolo tie. An outfit he had picked especially for her.

He opened the passenger door of his truck for her. His truck was black and looked exactly like she’d imagined his car would look like, except a lot cleaner. It looked almost like he had cleaned it for her, which made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Jogging around the front of the car Sy got into the driver’s seat and turned his body toward her, smirking, reaching for something on the back seat. Without a warning, he plopped something on top of her head and into her lap. A little startled giggle left her when she took the hat off her head and studied his offerings.

A bouquet of tulips in rustic parchment paper. A cowboy hat, in pristine white, made from incredibly soft material.

“Do you have that little confidence in the date you have planned that you have to bribe me?” The sparkle in her eyes made it clear that she was only joking but deep down he did feel a little like he needed to proof himself as a worthy partner.

“No, I know you will like it but I think you deserve to be spoiled.”

“I… Thank you, Sy.” The same breathy voice but a smile so bright it warmed up the whole inside of his truck.

//

Arriving at the destination a chuckle escaped her. “Really? Another bar, that’s where you want to go when you’re off work?”

Once they stepped inside the whole cowboy hat of it all suddenly made sense. She was standing there, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. Country music? That was one thing she did not expect Sy to be into. A room full of cowboy hats, cowboy boots, boot cut jeans and polished belt buckles. People whirling around to Hank Williams and drinking beer and whiskey.

Looking up at Sy, who now stood next to her wearing his own cowboy hat and his signature grin she couldn’t stop herself from laughing. A joyful, pearling sound that made him want to swear an oath to always find ways to keep her laughing and happy.

His warm hand on her lower back he gently steered her into the direction of the bar. “What would you like to drink honey?” The term of endearment made her cheeks feel hot and her insides all gooey. “You know I like something sweet and strong. I need some liquid courage before we get on the dance floor because I have two left feet.”

Waving down the bartender Sy ordered their drinks, standing so close to her, she could feel his body heat. “You’ll be fine honey.” Right when he said that an unassuming looking guy in a washed-out shirt and trucker hat threw his dance partner up on his shoulder, whirling the woman around, making her think of a windmill. Sy must have seen the expression on her face. Chuckling, he reassured her that they would stay with the basics.

This was different, so very different from every date she’d ever gone on. No fancy restaurant with table cloths and candle sticks, no awkwardly sitting next to each other, staring at the screen in a movie theatre. This dancing was different. No grinding, being groped with sweaty hands in a sea of bodies on a dark dance floor.

He had spent some time trying to teach her an easy two step, which she did not master but still had a lot of fun trying. Now he was just leading her around the dance floor, spinning, preventing her from running into other people, making her laugh. There was a lot of space between everyone, between them, and yet it felt like she’s never been closer to someone. His presence was calming and effortlessly bridged the gap between them.

//

At the end of the night they both were a little sweaty and tired but very happy. When is truck came to a hold in front of her house, he got out and opened the door for her, helping her out, not letting go of her hand after. Her skin was glowing under the street lights and her smile still bright when she looked up at him. “Thank you, Sy. I can’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

He looked at her like she was something other than just human, his eyes drifting gown to her lips. “Oh, honey. Will you let me take you out again? This is just the beginning.” Her answer was just as breathy as in the beginning of their date.

“Yes, please.”

“May I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

[prettypurpleorchids]

Winner

A Captain Syverson Drabble

Character Pairing: Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 860

Warnings: 18+. Smutty talk and language. A cocky Sy. 

A/N: My dash has been filled with the Captain here lately and my thirst needed some quenching. 

“Bartender, two tequilas.” 

You looked to your right and groaned out loud. Captain Syverson was settling himself on the barstool next to you, his trademark smirk in place. You knew it had been a risk coming to this particular bar.  

“Go away, Syverson.” You said, grabbing your whiskey and tossing back the remainder.  

“Oh, come on sweetheart, don’t be that way.” He pushed the second tequila shot at you after the bartender put them down. “I heard you finally wised up and left limp dick.”  

You ignored him and grabbed your purse to pay for your tab. Before you were able to get up, he grabbed your forearm and brought your hand up to his mouth. You watched, entranced as he quickly licked your hand above your thumb and index finger. He grabbed the salt and shook it over the wet spot he made, “Do a shot with me.”  

You rolled your eyes, snatching your hand out of his grasp. You took the shot glass in your other hand, Sy doing the same. You licked the salt off your hand, gulped the shot and reached for the lime wedge on the plate in front of him. The tart flavor mixed with the warmth of the liquor in your belly. 

“Happy?” You asked him snidely.  

He shook his head, smirk appearing again. “Not until you come home with me.” 

You laughed, “You’ve got to be fucking joking, right?”  

He turned you on your barstool until your legs were tucked in between his. He leaned forward, rubbing his palms along your bare thighs. You tried not to notice how his biceps stretched the sleeves of his t-shirt with his movement. You tugged your dress down, trying to stop his wandering fingers.  

“Come on, you know you miss it,” He said barely above a whisper. “You miss my cock, miss how only I know how to make you scream.”  

You pushed his hands away and snorted, “In your dreams Sy.” 

He chuckled darkly, “Sweetheart, in my dreams, you’re sitting on my face, thighs wrapped around my head while you are fucking my tongue.” 

Your whole body went hot. You glanced around to see if anybody had heard him, but nobody paid the two of you any mind. You squeezed your thighs together to try and ease the ache that started.  

Damn the man. He knew dirty talk was your favorite.  

“Sy, this isn’t going to work,” you said, trying to back away. “I just broke up with Travis.” He didn’t need to know that you were relieved rather than heartbroken.  

He grabbed your waist and pulled you off the barstool to stand between his spread legs. You brought your hands up to his broad chest, ready to push away but he stopped you. 

“I bet he couldn’t satisfy your needs.” He dropped his hands back to your thighs, his right hand traveling up inside your dress. “In fact, I know he couldn’t. I know how you like to be fucked.”  

You swatted his hand away, in a pitiful attempt to keep your resolve up. “Your dick isn’t that magical, Captain.”  

The bartender came over to collect the empty shot glasses, casting a curious glance in between you and Sy. That was your cue to leave. You stepped away from him and slung your purse over your shoulder. He called your name as you walked through the smoky bar.  

You barely made it out of the door before he caught up with you. He fell into step beside you as you walked back to your apartment. “If you can tell me that Trevor made you scream and come as hard as I did every time, then I’ll leave you alone.”  

“First, his name was Travis,” you corrected. “And yes, he was great in the bedroom.”  

“Fucking liar.” Sy said, holding the door to your apartment building open for you.  

You dug around in your purse for your keys as you walked down the hallway. Unlocking your door, you went in and turned before he could walk in behind you. Holding the door, you smiled with mock sweetness, “Thank you for walking me home.” You said, looking up at him. “Now goodnight Sy.” 

His left eyebrow quirked and he threw his hand up at his sides, “Really, you’re not going to let me in?”  

You shook your head, “Why do you think you deserve to come in?” 

He moved closer, leaning against the jamb, “Because I can make you feel good sweetheart.” 

You started to shut the door with a sigh. 

“Ok, ok…” He placed his hand against it, preventing it from closing. “Damnit, I fucking miss you ok.”  

A smirk spread across your lips. You stepped closer, pressing your body to his. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You asked, rising up to sweep your lips across his.

Your breath whooshed from your lungs with force as Sy slung you over his shoulder. He placed his big palm on your ass, his fingers giving a strong squeeze as he kicked the door shut behind him. 

“Sweetheart, you may have won that round, but I can guarantee that you won’t win the rest.”

[its--fandom--darling]

We’ve Got Tonight

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Fem!Reader

Song Prompt: We’ve got tonight by Bob Seger

Rating: NSFW (sex, oral (female receiving) one night stand, dirty talk)

We’ve got tonight, I know it's late, I know you're weary, I know your plans don't include me, Still, here we are, Both of us lonely, Longing for shelter from all that we see, Why should we worry, No one will care, girl, Look at the stars so far away

You push through open the door to the bar, scanning the mostly empty room for the man that you’d talked with earlier at the jukebox and spotted him at the bar.  You take a deep breath to settle your nerves and walk over to him.

“Hey there,” you say slipping into the bar stool next to him.

              He turns towards you and smiles, “Back so soon?”

“Couldn’t stay away from you,” you joke, smiling as Sy orders another round for the both of you.

              “I’m glad you came back,” he says, softly.

You sigh and pick up the glass the bartender sets in front of you. “So am I.”

              “So are ya gonna tell me why really came back?” he asks, sipping his glass.

You swallow the firey liquid and flip through the options in your mind. Lonely, didn’t want to spend another night alone, didn’t want to cry yourself to sleep, crippling loneliness, each one sounded more and more pathetic. You shrug, “I honestly don’t have a good answer.

              He chuckles, “That’s okay.”

“So how long are you in town for?” you ask, tentatively.

              “Just for tonight, I fly out tomorrow.”

“Where are you headed?” you ask, white knuckling the glass.

              “Afghanistan,” he murmurs, voice husky.

“Been there a lot?”

              He nods, but doesn’t speak.

“I understand if you don’t wanna talk about it. I can talk about something else.”

              He smiles, “Appreciate it. I don’t really wanna dwell on the fact that I’ll be stuck in a giant sand box for the next 9 months.”

You smile, “Fair enough. Do you want another round? My treat.”

              He drains his glass and shakes his head. “If it’s not too forward of me to say, I’d rather take you home.”

Your heart flutters as fixes you with a heated gaze. “O-okay.”

              He raises a brow, “You don’t sound too sure about that. I won’t be offended if you don’t wanna join.”

“I want to!” you clear your throat, “I want to, I just don’t do these kinds of things.”

              He nods, “well, there’s a first time for everything right?”

You nod, “guess so.”

              “Well, then, I’ll settle the tab and we can get going.”

You nod, finish your drink as Sy moves down the bar to pay the tab. You take a few more steadying breathes and run a hand over your mouth.

              Sy beams at you as he strides back towards you, his arm flexing as he reaches back to tuck his wallet into the back pocket of his cargo shorts. “Ready?”

You nod and slip from the stool. Sy settles his huge palm on the small of your back and guides your across the bar, out the door and towards his truck. Your shocked when he opens the door for you and you climb into the cab.

Sy rounds the front of the truck and slips into the cab, the truck roaring to life as he heads towards the only motel in your tiny town.

You start to get in your head about what your about to do when Sy slips his hand across the seat and places it gently on your thigh.

              “That okay?” he asks in his southern drawl.

You nod as you feel yourself start to melt a bit as he runs his thumb back and forth along the seam of your jeans the other hand on the wheel. You place your hand on top of his and look over at him to catch his soft smile. You return it shyly and then look out the window at the sky full of stars.

              The ride passes in comfortable silence, feeling much longer than the 15 minutes that it actual is. Sy pulls into the motel and puts the truck in park in front of the room number 4. Slipping his hand from your thigh, he slides out of the truck and jogs around to open your door and help you down.

You smile and thank him as his shut the door behind you and once again settles a massive palm on your back as he guides you towards his room. He unlocks the door and while the room is sparce it looks relatively clean. His fatigues draped over the chair on the corner, his olive green duffel bag poking out of the closet and then you notice the a few beer cans sitting in trash.

You turn back to him and shrug your jacket off, draping over the couch and walking towards him. “Like I said, I don’t really do this kind of thing, I just been,” you pause and Sy give you a sad smile.

              “Lonely?” he finishes for you as he closes the distance between you and cup your cheek softly.

You nod and let out a shuttering sigh. “yes,” you reply meekly.

              He meets your eyes. “I know exactly how you feel, darlin’. Think we can help each other out tonight?”

You nod, slowly and slide your hands up his strong, broad chest. He closes his eyes at the touch and lets out a soft sigh as your hands continue up to his shoulders and wind themselves around his neck. You cup the back of his head and stroke your thumb across hair there. He sighs once more his whiskey tinted breathe washing over you in a warm wave. You swallow thickly and press up on your toes to kiss him softly. His free hand falls to your waist and soon the one of your cheek joins it as he hoists you up, sliding his hands from your ass down your thighs, prompting you to wrap your legs around his thick waist.

              He deepens the kiss and you can’t stop the small moan that slips from your lips. You feel him smile into the kiss, proud of himself for getting that reaction. You feel his hand begin to move back towards your ass once more and up to your lower back where sneaks his fingertips under the hem of your shirt. You shiver as his fingers brush against the base of your spine and he starts to walk you towards the bed. “Can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under these pretty little clothes, darlin’,” he husks, as he pulls away from your lips to lay you down on the bed.

              “Will ya take it off for me, just wanna look at ya?” he murmurs, waiting for your response.

You give a small nod and move to unbutton your shirt. While you’re doing that Sy tugs off his red shirt and undoes the snap on his shorts before returning his gaze to the small strip of skin that is being slowly exposed to him as you unbutton. Once you finish unbuttoning the shirt you shrug it off and sit there in your bra for moment.

              “you’re so goddamn beautiful, darlin’,” he husks, stepping closer to you once more before he cages you against the bed with his arms. “Can I take these jeans off, darlin?”

You nod, your hands flying to your waist to unbutton them. There is a new sense of urgency in your actions as you push them down your hips. Sy helps by slipping your shoes off and tugging your pants off for you. You feel too hot and cold all at once, your heart racing in your ears as the you watch him slip his own bottoms off. Your eyes immediately go to this outline of his cock that is pressed so plainly against his thigh, large and rock hard. You wet your lips and Sy grins at you.

              “As much as I’d enjoy being in your mouth, darlin, I wanna be inside ya. But first I gotta make sure your ready to take me ok?”

You nod and Sy tuts.

              “Words, darlin.”

“Okay,” you breathe, watching him as he kneels and presses kisses up your thighs slowly. You can feel the wetness pooling your panties and wave of embarrassment washes over you as he nears your cunt.

              He tucks his fingers into the waistband and tugs them down. ‘Can I taste this pretty pussy of yours?” he asks, running the pad of his pointer finger up and down your slit

“Fuck yes, “ you moan, hips jumping under his touch.

              “Shit, I’ve barely touched you and you’re coming undone,” he mutters before leaning into lick wide stripe up your pussy with the flat of his tongue.

You gasp as your hips jump, pressing your pussy more firmly against his mouth. You cry out as he begins to lavish at your core like it was the fountain of youth. You squeeze your shut tightly, trying to remember how to breeze as your body floats higher and higher towards climax. Once he touches your clit, your screaming out of your climax against your hand, tear slipping down your cheeks as he continues his ministrations finally you push him away gently and he falls bac to sit on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

              He smiles at you lazily, face flushed and beard wet with your juices as you look at him with hooded eyes. “Ya taste good, darlin’,” he assures, before reaching for his cargo shorts and pulling out his wallet once more. He pulls the condom out and waves the shiny foil packet at you. “Listen, I’m clean but I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

You nod weakly and give him a thumbs up.

              He chuckles as he pulls himself out of his boxers and rolls on the condom. “Ya still with me, darlin?”

“Yes, I’m just having an out of body experience,” you murmur, pushing yourself up on your elbows to look at him as he gives his cock a few tugs.

              “You ready for me?” he asks, stepping closer to the bed.

“Yes, Sy, please fuck the lonely out of me,” you murmur, reaching for him as he cages you against the mattress once more.

              “I’m gonna ruin for any other guy, darlin’,” he murmurs, pushing into you slowly.

You gasp and cling to him tighter as he stretches you out slowly, inch by inch, until he bottoms out and pauses for you to adjust.

              “Shit, I can feel you fluttering around me already,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to temple. “Can I move yet, darlin?”

“yes,” you breathe, sliding your hand down his back, enjoying the feeling of his sculpted muscles.

              He pulls out slowly before pushing back in hard and setting a steady pace.

Each thrust punches the air from your lunges until your dizzy. While it’s steady the whole ordeal manages to feel intimate and tender as he rests his forehead against your as he rocks his body into your watching as his cock plunges in and out of you.

              “Fuck you take me so well, Darlin’, doing such a good job. Not gonna last much longer with that pretty little pussy squeezing me the way it is.”          

He fills your ears with filthy praises that sink into your skin and make you shiver. A light sheen of sweat coats your body as you pant under him

“Sy, please,” you beg, so close to the high your chasing with him.

              “I got you, darlin’, I’m almost there. Want you to come with me. Can you do that? Can you let me feel ya cum around my cock?”

You whimper and nod, pressing a sloppy kiss to his chapped lips. He grunts as he chases his release his thumb finding your clit as his thrusts start to lose their rhythm.

              “I’m gonna cum, darlin, I’m gonna-“ the two of you moan together you both cum. He collapses onto you for a moment, before rolling the two of you onto your sides. Once you catch your breath, you share lazy kisses in the quiet room.

“Sy?” you ask, softly as the you cuddle into his arms.

              “Yeah, darlin’?” he murmurs, sleepily.

“I know that this is supposed to a one time thing, but I like you and if you want someone to write to while you are, ya know, over there, I’d love to be your pen pal,” you offer, shyly feeling like a child.

              You feel him smile against your neck before a presses a kiss against your neck. “I’d like that a lot.”

With a contentedly smile, you close your eyes and settle back against him, knowing in the morning he’ll be off to fight a war, worlds away. Despite the situation you sleep peacefully and even though you wake to an empty bed, you can’t help by smile when you see a donut resting on napkin on the night stand next to a hastily written note on the hotel pad.

              “(y/n), here’s where ya can send my mail. I don’t get it often, so I’ll be slow to reply, so don’t worry if you don’t hear back from me right away. Looking forward to hearing from ya, darlin’. The room is paid for and check out is at three, so take your time. I thought about waking ya to say goodbye but ya looked so peaceful that I couldn’t. Thank ya for a great night.

-          Sy”

You reread the note a few times, smiling widely and then pick up the donut. As you consider the note and the donut, you knew you’d chosen the wrong man to have a one night stand with, because this one was one you could see yourself fallin in love with all too easily.

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[sillyrabbit81]

Hiya,

Would you consider doing a request where reader (British) was over in Sy hometown to meet a guy she had met online only to realise she had been catfish by a grampa. She finds a bar to drink dry and bumps into a handsome solider, who she ends up spending the night with?

Summary: You were catfished and decide to drown your sorrows in alcohol when you meet a soldier

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: approx. 3.7k (back with a bang)

Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink

Authors Note: I’ve been a bit quiet lately, I apologise. Where I’m at is back on full lockdown so I have had a lot of other commitments and it’s been stressful. I’ve needed a lot of help on this one so thanks to @amberangel112 @blakerogue @henryobsessed and @littlefreya for reading and suggestions. You have all been amazing this week and I appreciate you all. Edited by me, there will be errors. I wrote part of this intoxicated so for that I apologise.

Thank you also to anon for your suggestion, it was a really good one. I couldn’t make the British aspect of it work so I apologise. I hope you enjoy the fic anyway.

Masterlist

Catfishing

You were on your third drink when someone sat on the bar stool next to you. You barely noticed and didn’t bother to look at him. It was obviously a him. You could smell him, the herbaceous aroma of his aftershave mixed with leather, his whiskey and a faint whiff of fuel. He smelled good and you were able to take comfort in that. It was about as close to a man you wanted to get to tonight.

It had been a shitty night. You came all the way out to this small town for a date with a guy you’d met online, only to discover you had been lied to by a man about 20 years older than he said he was. You should have asked for more photos. You were as mad at yourself as you were at him, you knew better than that.

You had left the date as soon as dinner was over, and instead of going back to your hotel room, you found this dingy bar and started drinking. It was busy, but quiet, soft rock and country played on a jukebox from the back of the bar. It seemed like the kind of place people came to drink their sorrows away and that’s what you needed. A quiet session, drinking to drown out the pain of yet another disappointing date.

Too quickly your vodka was finished, you looked up to order another and in the mirror behind the bar you caught the eye of the man next to you. You sighed, damn he was gorgeous. Why couldn’t he have been your date? Not only did he smell good, but he also looked good. Ruggedly handsome, he had short hair and a beard that looked like a proud display of masculinity rather than a fashion choice. He looked like the kind of man who knew how to treat a woman like a woman. Hold doors open for you, pay for dinner, but take you home and fuck you until you begged him to stop.

He gave you a smile and you forced a brief grin back before signalling the bartender for another drink. He came quickly and refilled your drink, which you started drinking straight away. Despite how attractive the man next to you was, you’d had enough of men and their games for one evening.

“Whoever he is, he ain’t worth it,” he said. And there it is, you think. He was doing so well leaving you alone.

“And I suppose you are?'' you replied a little haughtily.

He surprised you by laughing and saying, “Nah, I ain’t either. It’s only that you’ve been nursing that drink lookin’ all sad, then you smiled and it's like you're a whole different woman.”

“No one’s happy all the time.”

“No, that’s true,” he conceded and turned in his stool, until he was facing you. “But makin’ you sad enough to drink alone in a bar, that’s more than the usual ups and downs.”

“True,” you said. You stared into your drink, watching the ice cubes melting, waiting for the straight vodka to mix with the water before you drank anymore.

“Well, that’s all I wanted to say,” he said. Finally, you looked at him as he stood up, downing the last of his drink. He was huge, you felt crowded as he stood between the bar stools pulling on his jacket. He gave you another smile, his teeth shining bright behind lips that looked surprisingly soft. You smiled back and it didn’t seem possible, but his grin grew wider. “There you go, Darlin’. That smile looks good on you.” You felt heat rush to your face, but you didn’t look away.

The more you looked at him, the more you didn’t want him to leave. You never met men like him in the city, big men who looked like their physique came from hard work and not just from the gym, his tan looked natural too, like he spent a lot of time outdoors. Then there were his eyes, you could get lost in those, they seemed both hard and playful, an interesting mix you rarely saw.

The man paused a moment, looking you in the eyes then took his jacket off and sat back down. You were confused. “Why’d you put your jacket on then off again?”

Using his motorcycle boot, he pulled your stool closer, and turned it until you looked at him. You jumped as he leaned close. “I was gonna go home, but I have the feelin’ you didn’t want me to.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise at his confidence, and you struggled not to bite your lip. When was the last time you were with a man who displayed such self-assuredness? “Am I wrong?”

You licked your lips, your voice soft as you admitted, “You’re not wrong.”

Grunting in triumph he said, “My name’s Sy.”

“Sy?” you asked, trying to think of a name that Sy would be short for.

“Yeah, my last name is Syverson, but everyone calls me Sy.”

You told him your name, and he stuck his hand out for you to shake it. His hand was big, warm, palms calloused slightly, his grip was gentle, but firm. He didn’t let your hand go, instead enclosed it with his other one as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees. Your fingers stuck out between his huge paws and for a while his attention was directed to them, as if committing the image to memory. Your breath caught as he brought his lips to your trapped fingers, his eyes catching yours as you felt the soft caress of his warm breath before his soft flesh met yours. His beard prickled as you felt the heat of his mouth and it took everything you had not to moan.

The smirk on his face was something else. It was like he could read every thought on your face, every dirty image that raced through your mind. Hell, maybe he could, you weren’t exactly sober, well on your way to being sloshed.

Still keeping your hand in his, he started to trace a pattern on your palm and over your fingers, goosebumps broke out on the tops of your arms. He confused you, one moment he’s pulling your stool around, acting like a bloody caveman, the next he touched you with the delicacy of butterfly.

“Did you break up?” Sy asked.

“We never got together in the first place.”

Sy nodded, his smirk was almost a dare as he said, “You gonna finish that drink or should we go to my place now?”

That escalated quickly. Sure, you were expecting at some point he would try and get into your pants, but not this quickly. You should say no. Not because of some desire to keep your virtue intact, because that ship had sailed. No, you should say no because you were in a strange town, in a strange bar and despite how open and alluring he was, with a strange man. But he was only following your lead. As subtle as you were, he picked up the signals you were putting out there. None of his advances were unwanted, it seemed as if he would have left if you hadn’t shown interest.

You took a sip of your drink as Sy waited patiently for your answer. His gaze never left your eyes, but you felt as if he was already stripping you naked. There was an honesty in his look and even though it was full of lust, it didn’t feel creepy. “I’m sure my hotel is closer,” you said, boldly but without shame.

“Well let’s go then.”

It was a short walk to the hotel, motor inn really. Although you felt the weight of anticipation in the air, it wasn't an awkward walk. It seemed you both knew what this was. Two strangers blowing off steam, probably to never see each other again. The thought made you a little uncomfortable, you haven’t had a one-night stand in years, but Sy wasn't the type of guy who you came across very often and part of you would regret it if you didn't find out if he could back up his swagger.

You let out an involuntary giggle as you walked up to your door, fishing the key out of your bag. You were getting nervous now, unsure of what to expect, would he be a soft lover, one to take his time, or a fast rough lover, the kind of guy who would be walking out the door in under 30 minutes? Sy’s arms wrapped around your waist from behind, “What’s so funny, Darlin’?” he asked.

Closing your eyes, you shrugged and took a deep breath as the key slid into the lock. You wanted to melt into his arms already, everything about his embrace was electric, from the confident way he touched you, to the warmth you felt as his chest pressed into your back.

Swallowing back the urge to laugh, you turned the key and took a step inside. Sy followed you without breaking his hold. You flipped the lights on, and you heard, rather than saw Sy kick the door closed, the sound of those big boots he wore hitting the timber made your core clench. Pulling your hair aside his mouth was on your neck. His lips felt as soft as they looked, but the pressure he exerted on your skin made you mumble a curse. It had been so long since a man touched you, and much longer since one had made you so aroused so quickly.

One of Sy’s hands grasped your chin, keeping your neck extended as he laid his assault on you. The other was pressed flat onto your belly pulling you close to him, you felt him grind his hips against you. “You smell real good, Darlin’,” he said into your ear, his voice was low and gravelly, the hint of desire you could hear made your body start to pulse with need. He was a talker, you always liked talkers.

He spun you around so quickly you would have stumbled if not for his sure hands. Lifting your chin to meet his mouth, he kissed you. He was one of those men who kissed with his whole body. He stirred against you and his hands didn’t stop moving down your back until he cupped your ass, fingers squeezing deep into your flesh.

Your hands trembled as they slid under his t-shirt, over his sides and up his broad back. His skin was hot and smooth, taut over muscles that rippled as he moved. Your fingers found the dip of his spine and you grinned as he moaned your name. “Take my shirt off,” he said, breaking the kiss. You lifted his shirt and he helped you, pulling it off over his head.

You sucked in a gasp as his chest was revealed and you couldn’t help but slither your fingers into the hair across his chest. “Wow,” you breathed. You heard him chuckle and you looked up smiling. “You’re pretty hot,” you added.

Grinning, Sy lifted your chin again, covering your mouth with his. His hands went to your hips, and you felt your dress glide up your thighs and he bunched the fabric up in his fists. He tried to lift the dress over your head, but it got stuck at your chest. You laughed and said, “There’s a zip at the back.”

Growling with impatience Sy spun you around, finding the zip. He pulled it down so fast you wondered if he broke it, but you didn’t care as the dress was pulled up over your head. You tried to turn around, but his hands held you in place as he roamed them over your silky underwear. “These are real nice,” he said, sliding a hand over your ass. “Your boy missed out.”

“He’s not my boy,” you said.

“Good,” Sy growled as you felt your bra fall away. His hand were quick to replace the bra and he looked over your shoulder, watching as his hands squeezed at your breasts. His breath was ragged as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You moaned, throwing your head back against his shoulder and you heard his satisfied grunt as he pressed himself against your ass. His hands left your breast, one went to your throat, the other he slid over the fabric between your legs.

You shuddered, groaning, and twisting at the sudden pressure his palm exerted, but Sy’s firm maul on your throat kept you in position. You felt his fingers press into the fabric, pushing it into your folds. He skated over you until he found your clit and pressed hard against it, delivering a steady friction that made you squirm. Again, you melted into him, eyes closing, but you felt his gaze on your face. You opened your eyes, and he was watching your every facial gesture. He forced you to look at him as he slipped his hands down the front of your pants. He snarled as his fingers coasted easily over you. “You like the way I touch ya, dontcha.”

You did, his touch made you burn, writhe. He was so dominant, touching you as he wished with the enthusiasm of a man starved but you couldn’t doubt his experience, he wasn’t clumsy, every touch was deliberate and considered. “Yes,” you murmured. “I like it.”

“Good girl,” he rasped. His finger teased your entrance, your core clenched with want. Penetrating you swiftly, he swore as his finger slid inside you, a groaning curse as he gritted his teeth. “Your cunt is so fucking tight.”

“Shit.” You leaned into him, legs like jelly as forced a second finger in. You mewled against him as you heard the squelching sounds of your core being completely violated.

Curling his fingers, Sy growled as he sees he found your spot, “That’s it there isn’t it?” You nodded listless, feeling like a toy, a plaything. He overwhelmed you, his sheer size and presence made you feel small. “Yeah, it is,” he said smugly. He pumped his fingers inside you, his palm hitting the mark as he fucked you so hard you ended up on your toes. You felt like you’re going to fall as you approach your climax and you frantically reach behind you to hold onto something, anything. Seeing your fear he said reassuringly, “I’ve got you, Darlin’. I won’t let you fall. Look at me.” Forcing your eyes to his you saw how much he enjoyed this, how making you mailable, willing to submit was how he got off. “That’s it, Little Girl. I’ve got you. You gonna cum for me for me, or what?”

No one had ever spoken to you like that before, you’ve had forceful men, you’ve had tender men, but never had you had a man who was both. You felt heat blossom between your legs, and he knew, he knew he had you. He watched grinning almost arrogantly as your body shook and you cried out, “Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

Sy’s mouth covered yours as you rode your orgasm, your shouts muffled by his, the hand on your throat squeezed faintly. You felt completely owned as your body was controlled by his experienced touch. When it was over, he broke your kiss and released his hold on your neck. Still trembling, a little dazed, you were turned in his arms and an arm wrapped around your waist as your panties were pushed down your thighs.

“Your cunts like a fuckin’ vice when you cum, Little Girl,” Sy said as he lifted you and took you to the bed. “Arms around my neck, Darlin’,” he instructed. You did so and he crawled up the bed holding you underneath him until your head hit the pillows. Again, you felt like there was something sweet in him, despite how rough he was. He sat up on his knees, pulling at his belt. “You better have more in ya. I want to feel that tight pussy on my cock.” You watched licking your lips with anticipation as he pulled his jeans and boxers down his thighs.

“Holy shit,” you said, instinctively closing your legs. Sy was fucking huge, not necessarily long but thick, surely too thick to be pleasurable. You moaned, fear, curiosity and desire peaked in you as you stared.

Grinning Sy said, “Well, that’s one of the best reactions I’ve had, Darlin’. Thank you.” He was teasing you, his blue eyes danced with amusement as he grabbed your ankles, bending your knees and running his hands up your legs to your thighs. Kissing your thighs and letting his whiskers tickle at your supple skin he said softly, “Don’t be scared. I ain’t finished getting’ you ready for me.”

You felt his humid breath moments before his tongue ran up your slit, flicking your clit just with the tip. He teased you before concentrating on where you needed him. You were sensitive already and you couldn’t help lifting your hips off the bed. Sy pressed his forearm over your belly keeping you down, controlling your movements and your pleasure. He got you close and began to suck a gentle rhythm against your clit. Instantly you the familiar heat grow at the apex of your thighs and as your muscles started to shake, he hummed. Your orgasm hit you with such violent force you weren’t ready for it, your hips rocked as he held you down and kept working you until you frantically pushed his head away.

Sy looked up and you watched as his tongue came out, licking at his lips, his beard all wet with your arousal and his saliva. Sy grinned and said, “You’re ready for me now ain’t you Darlin?” He dug into his pants, and you nodded, laying back against the pillows, catching your breath.

Nobody had ever gone down on you like that. Nobody had forced you to be still like that. He acted like he wanted to be between your legs, wanted you to orgasm. Lifting your head again you watched as he put on the condom. He was still hard as hell. Fuck, he actually liked going down on you. Fucking hell who was this guy? He seemed perfect, like a bloody sex God. Surely there was something he wasn’t good at.

Fitting the condom quickly Sy laid over you, skimming himself over your wet centre. “Just relax, Little Girl and it won’t hurt,” he said gently, almost concerned. He slipped his hand behind your head, cradling it, kissing you lightly as he started to push in. You gripped his shoulders as he surged, and you were so wet he was able to slide in most of the way. You felt your core stretch around him, and although at times you had to ask him to wait, he was patient as he went. “You’re doing so well Darlin’,” he praised breathlessly, “You’re takin’ me so well.”

He swore when he was completely in. “Fuck, Little Girl. You feel so fuckin’ good.” He started to slowly move with sedate thrusts, and you were disappointed. You moved your hips up to meet his drives, but he held you down controlling you like he did before. You were confused, he was so rough before, now gentle, too gentle, you wanted more.

“Please, make it hurt.” Sy’s eyes darkened, and his next thrust made your nails dig into his shoulders like talons. “More,” you cried, and he did. His hand left your hip and grabbed your throat again. Not to cut off your breathing but as a sign of ownership.

“Can you take more?” Sy grunted through his teeth. You nodded at he lifted your leg onto his shoulder, and you almost regretted saying yes as he bottomed out painfully. He altered his movements slightly and this time it felt good. “Fuck me, you’re a good thing, takin’ me like this,” he commended, and you beamed with pride at his words.

Sy growled as he fucked you, he made noises that you had never heard before, primal animalistic, but almost playful. Most men you had been with just wanted to cum, but with Sy it felt different. He fucked like he wasn’t chasing his peak but loving every moment he got as he reached it as much as the climax.

Soon you felt your body warm and tighten again, and Sy kept his rhythm steady. You marvelled at how he seemed to read your body in a way no one ever had before. Rumbling words of encouragement, he smirked as your body let go and with a renewed lust, he seemed to increase his pace, pumping deep as your core pulsed around him.

“Fuck,” you heard Sy groan and in your haze, you felt his rhythm become erratic. He plunged he held himself deep inside you as he came, his grunts turning into a roar as he pulled back and thrust again and again, until he was done.

Removing himself from you Sy laid on his side next to you. His hand left your throat and went to your cheek. He was being gentle again, and although it still confused you, if felt good as he placed short kisses on your forehead and nose. He moved quickly kissing your lips one more time.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” Sy walked to the bathroom, and you got a good look at his ass as he walked away. You wanted to memorise it, memorise him before he leaves. You got up, and picked up your underwear and dress, putting it in your overnight bag and pulled out your pjs of light cotton pants and a button up shirt.

When Sy came out of the bathroom you picked up his clothes and handed them to him. “Hold up. Are you kickin’ me out?” he actually sounded a little hurt.

You blinked, “Well no, but usually...”

“Fuck usually, Darlin’,” Sy said, dropping his clothes on the floor and lifting you up and taking you back to bed. “I’m stayin’. We’re gonna do this again in the mornin’ then I’m takin’ you for breakfast. How’s that sound?”

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No i In Team

Summary: Having been dumped, you find yourself standing in the mud and rain as a bootcamp instructor yells at you. Finally you snap, telling him your mind before storming off. Later when he appears at your room to see if you are ok, he makes sure you are fully over your ex, proving that some men are a lot better than others.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader (no race or body type mentioned) Fandom; Henry Cavill, Sand Castle - Movie

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Rough sex, vaginal sex, doggy style, cowgirl, inappropriate use of a mini sombrero. 

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No I In Team

This was it. This was the worst decision you had ever made. In fact, the worst collection of the worst decisions. Ever. In the history of decision making. 

The rain continued to pour. Any sane person would not be standing in the middle of an assault course in this weather. They certainly wouldn’t be joining in on a ‘team building get-away’ when you had in fact already quit the company and it just finished your notice period. And they really wouldn’t have come when their ex was parading his new girlfriend around and they were on the same team as you. 

Okay, so the last bit wasn’t in your control; your ex had in fact dumped you - via text - whilst you were in the cab there. Which honestly was a bit of a surprise seeing as you were meant to be sharing a room, and you had splashed out on one of the luxury rooms in the hotel where the corporate events were held at. He was a little surprised - which proved how much of a dumbass he really was - when you refused to let him and his new girlfriend take your room, and you stay in the smaller and cheaper one she had paid for. It was simple, you had paid, they could fuck off.

The other girlfriend, now that was a surprise. You didn’t want to hate her, she seemed very sweet but there were definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic going on with her. Your weasel of an ex had cited a number of reasons for the break up, all laying blame on you, but really you had known it was coming and were quite relieved in a way… he was now someone else's problem.

However, because of being blindsided by the break up, you had continued on autopilot and now found yourself soaked to your skin, and the enormous brute that ran the bootcamp was doing his best to yell at every single person to ‘encourage’ them. Jesus christ you weren’t built for climbing up ropes and flinging yourself over 10ft walls, and with each passing obstacle you were falling further and further behind.

“COME ON! GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER THAT ROPE NET!”

Rolling your eyes you let out a huff and slid-ran through the three inch deep mud, starting to climb the net that led up to a rope ladder you were expected to climb across as it was suspended over a pool of muddy water. You looked into the distance, your ‘team mates’ having well and truly left you behind, and as you reached the bottom of the net you looked up at it, taking in how muddy and slippery it was where 11 other people had already climbed up it;

“ARE YOU AFRAID OF A NET? PULL YOURSELF UP AND STOP FUCKING AROUND IN THE MUD”

The ‘Captain’ yelled at you from six feet away. Jesus you were fed up with him. The guy looked like he lived, breathed, and slept military. At the start of the course he had introduced himself as Captain Syverson, but everyone was to refer to him as Captain. His fatigues and t-shirt were plastered to his skin, his beard soggy as puffs of steam came from his mouth as he continued to yell at you. 

You turned to him, watching as he took a single stride and was just a foot from you, taking a deep breath to yell again before you pushed your hand up and pressed a single finger to his mouth;

“No”

He stopped, unable to hide his surprise as his eyebrows shot up before you pulled your finger away.

“Get your ass up that net, NOW!”

Crossing your arms you repeated yourself;

“No. I will not”

“THERE IS NO I IN TEAM!”

“No. There isn’t. But there is an i in Vibrator”

“W-what?”

“Vibrator. Dildo too. And i quit”

“You can’t quit”

“Unless you are going to throw me over your shoulder and carry me across that net and ladder, i quit. I am going to go back to my expensive hotel room, stopping at the bar to buy a bottle of the hardest liquor they have, have a hot bath, and give myself something a man has never been able to”

“What’s that?”

“An orgasm”

You turned on your heel and started towards the hotel building in the distance, leaving the Captain speechless in the rain. When you were halfway across the lawns you could hear him yelling at the rest of the team, but you couldn’t give a fuck, you’d had enough.

-

The bath was amazing. You’d spent a good hour if not two in it letting the spa jets send streams of bubbles over your body, and had in fact given yourself the first of many orgasms you had planned for your evening. You had been disappointed when you’d discovered that the bar wouldn’t sell bottles of alcohol, but the bartender had quietly told you that if you ordered the corporate entertainment tray over room service they were obliged to send up a selection of miniatures with mixers and nibbles.

You were still standing in your towel when you heard a knock at the door, puzzled to be interrupted as you had the Do Not Disturb sign hanging on the handle. Approaching the peephole you looked through, surprised to see who was on the other side. Opening the door a few inches you looked out, and saw him leaning casually against the doorframe, now wearing dry clothes that accentuated how he was 101% muscle, from the kingfisher blue sweater that made his eyes even brighter, to the dark denim that clung to his muscled thighs, a smirk played across his face when he saw what you were wearing;

“Hi”

“Captain?”

He shifted and held out a bottle of Tequila;

“The bar doesn’t sell liquor by the bottle”

He motioned for you to take it, and as you did so you swung the door open a little more, seeing him look you up and down, his eyes growing a little darker as he licked his lips;

“I thought about what you said…”

“Which part”

“About what words the letter i are in” you didn’t realise but he had shifted a little closer, his toes now over the threshold of the room; “Cos’ i thought of another word that has the letter i in”

You cocked your head to the side, a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth, already gauging the reason his thickly muscled man was at your hotel room door with a smile and alcohol;

“Dick has got an i in”

“You’re absolutely right” you pulled the cork from the bottle of Tequila, taking a sip and grinning at the captain as you fiddled with the little hat that hung from the neck of the bottle, taking a step back as he slowly crept further into the room. A flash of lightning from the bad weather outside illuminated the room, and yet the air between your bodies almost sparked from the energy you were giving off.

“But my favourite letter is U”

“Ok… i’m waiting for the punchline…”

“Because that’s in the word Tongue, and i would very much like my tongue to be in u”

Closing the gap between you, you pressed two fingertips to his chest, the soft blue sweater he now wore warm to the touch;

“That…” you paused, walking your fingers up his chest with each word: “Was the best pick up line i’ve ever heard, Captain”

Pushing the door shut behind him, his slid his hand into the split of your towel, his warm palm resting on your hip before pulling you flush with his chest;

“You can call me Sy”

-

He had lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, the towel trapped between your bodies but now unraveled as it dragged along the floor, your naked back and ass cooling in the air of the room, but soon warmed by two large hands as they roamed over your skin. His kiss was rough, his tongue licking into your mouth as his beard tickled your face. 

You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten to the bed until he had pulled away and sat down, pulling you down with him so you were straddling his waist;

“Ride my face, let me give you what you need” he growled, his hands on your ass pushing you up his body.

You’d quickly scrambled to set the bottle onto the nightstand before straddling his face, his eyes sparkling with mischief as his massive hands cupped your ass. He pulled you down until you were literally seated on his face, his thick beard brushing against your thighs and ass, his tongue burying itself between your slick folds, teasing you open. 

Winding one hand through his short brown hair, the soft chocolate curls caressed your fingers as your other hand rested against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself, his eagerness already rapidly pushing you towards an orgasm, your body still buzzing from the one you’d given yourself in the bath. 

“Oh fuck… Sy, Jesus Christ your tongue…”

You’d never met a man with a tongue so wide and juicy, the thick muscle pulsing within your cunt as his nose teased your clit, and soon you were shaking above him, attempting to push up on your legs from the intensity of it, only for his strong grip to tighten on your ass and pull you back down onto his face.

“Ride my tongue Darlin’” you heard his muffled voice, and as you looked down you saw his face was flushed but his eyes held nothing but mischief.

Tossing your head back you let yourself go, calling out his name as you unashamedly rode his tongue to an intense orgasm, flooding his face with your juices. 

Limp and pliable, you felt him lifting you before setting you down on the bed, his lips finding your neck and shoulders as he pressed kisses to your skin. The storm raged outside the window, rain lashing against the glass and making you feel even more enclosed in as Sy’s body covered your own. Finally enough of your senses returned that you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. When he finally broke away from your lips he started to kiss down your body, only for you to tug at his soft blue sweater, wanting the knitwear gone;

“Okay ok Darlin’...”

“Want to see you… feel you…” you were lust drunk now, a fire in the pit of your belly where you wanted nothing more than this beast of a man to split you open and fuck you raw.

He let out a low belly laugh, pushing off you and standing, a grin on his face as he saw you watching him as he stripped for you.

With his sweater tossed aside, he toed his boots off as his hands made quick work of his jeans, revealing a pair of tight black boxer briefs that were obscenely bulging at the front. Clenching your thighs together did little to satisfy the arousal, and as he tucked his thumbs under the elastic of his underwear you bit your lip as he teased you, pulling the elastic down to reveal the thick bush of hair and a tantalizing peek at the thick root of his shaft. Inch by inch he lowered his underwear until they dropped to the floor, and your mouth was agape as you took his size in all his glory;

“Wow, you really do have the equipment for the BDE you give off...” He paused and looked at you, cocking an eyebrow as you started to explain; “It means big…”

“I know what it means” he smirked, hooking his finger at you and watching as you crawled over the bed until your face was level with his rapidly hardening dick; “Why don’t you show me how good that mouth of yours is?”

Wrapping your hands around his hot flesh you could feel him growing harder and thicker under your touch, leaning your head forwards until you could take him into your mouth, tasting him on your tongue as he grunted above you;

“That’s it Darlin’, get me nice and wet, gonna have this buried in you sooner or later, the harder you get me the more dick you get inside you”

He rested his hand on the back of your head, guiding you to take him deeper but without being pushy about it. When his tip nudged at the back of your throat you fought back the feeling, looking up with watery eyes as his own bored into your soul as his dick tried to do the same to the back of your skull.

Holding you deep he finally with a gasp pulled himself out of your mouth with a string of curses, stroking your hair as you coughed and sucked in precious oxygen;

“Fuck, that mouth of yours is a thing of wonder Darlin’... but i want to get into that sweet cunt of yours… how do you need it?”

“N-need it?”

He gently pushed you onto your back, crawling over you until he was poised and ready to go;

“Yeah, need it. You’ve just broken up with some limp dick, how do you need me to fuck you?”

“W-what are the options?”

��You want slow and gentle, or you want me to fuck you like a beast and toss you around like a rag-doll”

“Beast mode please”

With a low growl he grinned as he surged forward and caught your lips with his own, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he took complete control. You felt him gripping his dick as he swiped it through your soaked folds, dousing himself with your wetness before he pulled away and grasped you by the hips as he knelt on the bed, pulling you up his thighs before thrusting his fat girth into you with one swift movement.

“HOLY FUCK!”

“That’s it Darlin, take my dick all the way. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget about anyone else that has ever disappointed you”

Gritting his teeth he moved your body like you were a rag-doll, pulling you onto his hardness as you could do little but to go limp and let your mind get flooded by the pleasure he was giving your body thanks to the best sex you’d ever had. Gripping at the sheets you felt an orgasm start to building within you;

“Sy… keep doing that… i’m gonna cum…”

With a smile and a grunt he did exactly as you asked, keeping his pace fast and steady as you lost control around him, your back arching as your legs shook and you came hard. You were trembling from the force of the aftershocks as he slowed down and finally stilled, letting you relax onto the duvet as he covered your body with his, pressing openmouthed kisses to your chest, murmuring against the soft flesh;

“These titties are spectacular”

He moved a little and you felt that he was still hard, a smirk back on his face;

“Oh i’m not done yet Darlin’, that was just an intermission”

He pulled out of you and you found yourself being flipped over, your ass pulled up as he filled you from behind this time, his thickness splitting your walls open and his massive hands found their way to your breasts, pinching your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he pile drove into you from behind;

“Feel so fucking good Darlin, love the way your cunt feels around my dick, wanna feel you cum again before i shoot my load in ya’, then you can have a breather before round two”

Your eyes went wide; this was still only round one? Fuck, Sy was an utter beast and as he tilted his hips and his dick hit just the right spot, your eyes rolled back in their sockets and your jaw hung open, the pleasure running through your veins turning your brain to jelly and all you could comprehend was Sy fucking the living daylights out of you. 

Starting to tremble, your sighs became squeaks which became screams of his name as you started to cum and it kept going, your body squeezing him tighter than a vice before he finally came with a beastly roar, shooting ropes of his creamy seed and coating velvet walls. 

The pair of you slumped down onto the bed, your bodies still joined as he pressed kisses to the back of your neck. Finally he pulled out and you whimpered at the loss of his warmth and weight on top of you, instinctively rolling and curling up against his side as you rested your head on his chest, the song of his heartbeat strong and steady beneath your ear;

“Fuck… that was amazing”

He gently stroked one hand over your back;

“You can say that again Darlin’. Your pussy is like heaven… never had a cunt grip me so tight and be able to take me balls deep before...”

You smiled and let your eyes rest for a moment, before you felt him shift and the sound of a cork being pulled from a bottle disturbed your post orgasmic bliss. Looking up you saw him oof the cork out of his mouth before bringing the bottle of tequila to his lips and taking a large mouthful. Holding the bottle to you he grinned as you sat up and took it, following suit and still wincing at the burn as the expensive liquid slid down your throat. 

Just at that moment there was a massive crack of thunder outside and an immediate flash of light, before the electricity fizzled out, plunging you into darkness. You weren’t afraid of the dark but the suddenness of it made you squeal, Sy pulling you close;

“Shhh its ok Darlin’, this place gets its power knocked out all the time cos’ its up on the hill here. That’s why there’s candles in every room”

He deftly slid out of your grasp and you heard him fumbling around on the floor before he illuminated the room with his phone, and you watched as his silhouette made its way across the room and you heard the click of a lighter. Moments later the room had a pale glow from the candles that had sat on the side table, and as he carried one back to bed you saw that he was still hard;

“How are you…”

“Still up? Oh Darlin’ i can go eight or nine rounds before i droop”

“Eight or… nine…”

He flopped down onto the bed beside where you sat, his hands behind his head and a wide smile on his face;

“So, what do ya’ wanna do next?”

You laughed softly  before taking another sip of tequila, toying with the little hat that was attached to it before a sudden urge overtook your senses. With a look of amusement on his face Sy watched as you took the hat from the bottle and softly tied it to his dick, the hat standing proud on his tip;

“A perfect fit” he remarked, but before either of you could say anything else a knock at the door interrupted you.

“Babe?” a quiet voice came from the other side of the door; “You in there?”

Your heart sank;

“Its my ex… I’m gonna go tell him to fuck off…”

Sy caught your arm gently, a grin on his face;

“Let me”

What happened next was something you could only have dreamt of, and as you pulled a pillow in front of you to hide your nakedness, Sy basked in his own naked glory as he strode to the door and pulled it open;

“Yes?”

Your ex stood in the hallway outside your room, his bags at his feet;

“What are you…?”

“I’m busy keeping my girl happy. What’re you doing here?”

“I got dumped…”

“Well champ, that sounds like a you problem…”

Without another word Sy stepped back and shut the door, making sure to flip the security lock extra hard so that your ex could hear it from the hallway. Striding back to the bed you couldn’t help but to laugh;

“I can’t believe you answered the door completely naked, hard, and with a mini sombrero on your dick!”

Climbing onto the bed he lay on his back, his hands behind his head as he grinned at you, wriggling his hips so his hard dick swayed to and fro with the hat still attached;

“Oh i think it made the moment all that more memorable Darlin’”

“He’ll certainly remember it, that’s for sure”

You carefully took the little adornment off of Sy, tossing it aside as you straddled his hips and grasped his hot shaft, helping to find your waiting entrance before sinking down onto him. 

The feeling of taking him inch by inch was almost overwhelming; thick and gnarled, his fat dick stretched you in every direction, and you were thankful for the added lubrication of his cum already dripping out of you.

As you started to ride him you could feel your body already deceiving you and climbing towards a rapid orgasm, and you found yourself cupping your breasts and twisting your nipples to distract yourself and let it last just a little longer. However when Sy’s massive hands rested on your hips and he started to thrust up into you, it was the beginning of the end. The final straw was when he slid one hand to your front, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing quick circles firmly against the engorged bud did it send you over the edge and you were coming again, back arched and head thrown back as your bodies moved as one in the candlelight.

-

Sy fucked you until the storm cleared and the candles fizzled out, just the moonlight illuminating your room when you both crawled under the duvet and fell asleep, sweaty bodies cooling in the night, sated from your energetic lovemaking.

Come morning and you were woken up by a series of featherlight kisses to your naked back and shoulders. For the briefest moment panic set in, but then you remembered your bed companion from the night before;

“Mmm Mornin’ Darlin’” he drawled, his voice low and coarse from sleep.

Turning you smiled at him before his lips caught yours for a gentle kiss. What followed was the best oral you’d ever received, followed by a steamy session of shower sex where for the first time in your life you’d felt confident that your partner was strong enough to not let you slip and injure yourself. 

The following room service breakfast had been thoroughly enjoyable where the two of you had talked and laughed, swapped numbers and both made it clear you’d like to see the other again. Sy had even driven you back to the train station, where you’d attracted the odd few stares as he’d kissed you with tongues and teeth before giving your ass a squeeze. 

-

Two weeks later.

Sy fiddled with the zippered pocket on his fatigues as he waited nervously outside the meeting room at the corporate offices. After what had seemed like an amazing night with you, he’d arrived at work on Monday to discover one of his boot camp cadets had made a formal complaint about his ‘lewd behaviour’. He knew it wasn’t you, but it had distracted him from the string of text’s you’d shared in the following days. He was thankful that you’d told him not to apologise, having started your new job and that was full on from the word go.

The door to the meeting room opened and his name was called, standing he smoothed his shirt down and nodded before entering the room. This was probably the most nervous he’d been since leaving the army; at least there if you fucked up you got a court marshall, now he was a civilian if he lost his job it meant he couldn’t pay his bills.

-

You were attempting to get a file out of the huge stack that sat on your desk without knocking your coffee over when your office door opened and a friendly face peered around the corner;

“Hey, you ready for the disciplinary hearing?”

“The what?... Oh, right… let me find the file…”

“Did you read it?”

Shaking your head you grinned at the manager of offsite contractors;

“Don’t worry, i’ve skimmed it. You guys brought me in to sort through this mess my predecessor left behind, I just wasn’t expecting it to be this much of a mess…”

Grabbing your coffee and the file with that day's date on, you followed your colleague through the building, attempting to scan over the complaint, frowning when you saw that the printer been running out of toner and had omitted the two parties names. Nevermind, you could always write those in.

Chewing on your pen as you shut the meeting room door, you quickly took a seat at the end of the table, looking up and only then your eyes going wide. On one side sat your ex, and someone that looked like a low rate lawyer judging by the cheap suit and even cheaper briefcase. On the other side sat Sy - Captain Syverson - whose eyes were as big as saucers and you saw the slightest hint of a smile start to tug at the corner of his mouth before he restored his poker face.

The manager introduced himself and then you;

“This is our new Human Resources manager, she’ll be overseeing this meeting”

Taking one last look at your report you took a sip of your drink before standing, keeping your face neutral;

“So, your client alleges that our employee acted in a lewd manner whilst on a team building exercise two weeks ago?”

“That is right Miss, you see…”

“And that your client wishes to pursue a lawsuit based on ‘emotional distress’ and that our employee caused the breakdown of his relationship”

“Yes Miss, Its like this you see…”

Cutting the lawyer off again, you looked pointedly at your ex;

“So, did you or did you not actually end the relationship with your partner, before even meeting Captain Syverson? Actually there’s no need to answer, i have a transcript of the text messages here…” you looked down at your your file, although you knew the texts by heart; “And i quote “I’ve found someone new, someone prettier than you, she’s better in bed too”

You looked up at your ex who was now sinking down into his chair;

“And by lewd behaviour, did you or did you not approach your ex’s bedroom at the hotel in the middle of the night, and continue to knock on her bedroom door whilst there was a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door?”

The lawyer attempted to talk, but yet again you cut him off;

“So therefore, you had no emotional or romantic relationship with the person whose room it was, and therefore as fully consenting adults, our employee and your ex, were perfectly within their rights to start a romantic relationship, were they not?” you took a deep breath; “And, as you have a history of making civil lawsuits against companies that you have deemed you ‘wrong’, this frivolous attempt at extortion has now been recorded, and will be submitted to the authorities”

You lifted your phone before setting it back down onto the table. You hadn’t been recording, but it was enough for your ex’s lawyer to stand and leave the room quickly, your ex scurrying close behind. Leaning to the manager you cleared your throat;

“You might want to make sure security escorts them completely offsite”

“Absolutely. Can i leave you debrief Syverson?”

“Leave it with me”

You shut the door behind him as he left, and felt the warmth of Sy’s body behind you;

“This is a very unexpected, but oh so pleasant surprise”

Turning in his arms you were thankful that there were no internal windows to this meeting room, kissing him deeply before the giant bear of a man pulled away and smiled softly at you;

“I need to buy you dinner for what you did… you’re fucking badass”

“How did you not know what the meeting was about?”

“They just told me it was ‘lewd behaviour’. I’d been wracking my mind for the last week to figure out what i may have said or done… yeah i yell at people for a living, but i’m never lewd…”

Placing your palm on his cheek you smiled at him;

“Dinner sounds good by the way”

“Come over to my place tonight, i’ll cook you dinner”

“Will there be dessert?”

Sy licked his lips, his gaze travelling down your body and back up again;

“There definitely will be for me… i’m sure i’ve got some cookies you can have too Darlin”

[wondersofdreaming]

You make me wanna make a baby

Characters: Captain Syverson x female reader

Word count: 595

Warnings: Dancing. Grinding. Electric. Sensual mood. Hinting of a breeding kink.

Author’s note: A request by @cheyentjj​

“Hello do you take requests? If so I would like a captain syverson fic based on the song blow by Ed Sheeran. That would be awesome”

I hope you like this short piece. I was blushing so hard the entire time I was writing this. Oh boy.

The title is borrowed from a line in the first verse from the song ‘Blow’ by Ed Sheeran feat. Chris Stapleton & Bruno Mars.

There’s a part two, it’s called ‘Locked, loaded, shoot my shot tonight’ and part three ‘Let me blow your mind’

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader, who is a figment of my imagination.

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The nightclub was jam-packed with sweaty people, you and your girlfriends included. You were there to meet with your boyfriend and his friends. Even though he was the tallest person you knew, it was hard to spot him in the crowded space. Your friends quickly went to the bar and ordered a round of drinks. The bartender handed you the drinks and a tray of shots that your friend wanted. She wanted you all to get wasted. Then you went in search of the guys.

Lucas Syverson was a massive man who oozed authority. He spotted you first and went to lead you back to the table. He kissed you in front of everyone, ferociously claiming you with his tongue and ass grabbing.

It didn’t even take 15 minutes for your friends to finish their drinks and shots. They pulled you out to the dance floor. You were surrounded by people grinding against each other, sensually moving their hips.

The alcohol was working through your bloodstream. The buzzing feeling in your fingertips was spreading. You moved your hips side to side, using your body to show off your curves. You felt a pair of eyes boring into the back of your head. You knew he was watching you intensely.

You could feel the vibration of the music through the floor. The air was electric. The song pulling the more sensuous side.

Small drops of water were spread through the sprinkler system in the air, to cool down the dancing crowd. You lifted your face to the ceiling, letting the drops hit your face, soaking your deep green dress. You turned around to look at Sy, whose eyes had never left you. Droplets were running down between the valley of your breasts. You moved your finger in a come-hither movement towards your boyfriend.

He downed his beer in one big gulp. Eyes still locked with yours. He stood and moved like a preying lion towards you. You were his target, his prize. Your friends moved away to dance with their partners as Sy claimed you. He put his hands on your hips, turned you around and ground his crotch to your ass. You could feel the outline of his excitement.

“Feel what you do to me,” he said and moved your right hand to feel his massive length.

“I did that?” You teased.

“You know you did. I could shoot my load in you right now and nobody would notice,” he whispered, moving his lips to the junction between your shoulder and neck. He nibbled at the skin. His hands sliding up your sides, moving to fondle your breasts. Your nipples aching, wanting to be touched.

“Sy… please,” you moaned. You leaned your head back to rest on his chest, one arm snaked around his neck to caress the back of his skull.

You heard his low chuckle before he moved one hand to lift the hem of your dress up. A deep growl erupted from his mouth when he found your panties soaked with your arousal.

“You little minx,” he groaned. He looked around, all your friends were busy making out with their significant other or dancing to notice the two of you.

“You make me wanna make a baby,” he mumbled. You stopped your motions and turned around. You looked deep into his sky-blue eyes, looking for something that might hint he was joking. Nothing. You smiled and pulled his face close enough for him to hear you over the sound of the music.

“Then let’s go home and put a baby in me.”

[theonetheycallhannah]

The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 16: Sit Rep

Characters: Captain Logan “Sy” Syverson, various other original supporting/secondary characters (This includes Sy’s Army Buddies of varying rank as follows: Kevin Kaufmann, Nate Banning, Chad Randall, Matt Styles, Jake Ryburn, and Travis Hodges. I apologize if I’ve mixed up their names anywhere. I just gave them last names and sometimes rank so they could be called something other than their first names for sake of variety! lol!)

Summary: Sy meets up with his Army buddies and they are eager to help.

Romance and Smut Abound HERE!

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Language, firearms, implication of abuse and violence

Author’s Note: Guys, we are getting closer! Our couple will be back together soon! I can’t wait and I know most of you feel the same! I hope the strike team members aren’t too muddled and confusing. If they are, I’m very open to your feedback and suggestions on how to clarify and improve! Thank you to everyone, long time readers, and new fans picked up along the way! I cherish you all, and would never have gotten this far in the story if it wasn’t for each and every one of you! I hope you enjoy the 16th chapter (18th installment…remember when I thought this would just be a few chapters of fluff with a smutty conclusion? Lol!) of The treatment of Captain Syverson.

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Sy sat in his truck in the parking lot of Cade's. He couldn't help but think about the last time he was here. The altercations with Elliott, both inside the bar and outside, the friendships he'd started to build with the other fellas in Shane's work group, the simple way Shane pulled off the elegance of minimalism with her wardrobe and makeup, the ride home…and the night of lovemaking that followed. He had made a mistake. He shouldn't have agreed to come tonight. He was gonna leave. His right hand reached for the keys in the ignition, a firm grip ready to set the engine roaring again, when he was startled by a rap at his window.

Tap-tappa-tap-tap his friend Kevin had just rhythmically knocked with one knuckle on the window. He was smiling and waving exuberantly, like a puppy whose master had just come home.

Sy's scowl softened into a sheepish grin and he knocked back tap-tap.  

Kevin waited near Sy's front fender while he got out of his truck.

"How ya doin' Kevin?" he greeted his old friend warmly.

"Alright, I s'pose! You?"

"Oh…I'm makin' it, I guess. What are you up to these days? Still workin' at the plant?" Kevin had worked for the 3M factory over in Lebanon, Missouri since his last tour. Sy knew if he just got him talking about his life, Sy wouldn't have to give him details about his own, which he was going to avoid like the plague, if he could tonight.

"Yup, I actually just got a promotion. I'm a line manager now." And Sy could barely congratulate him before he started delving into the details as the two men walked into Cade's.

It was already busy, even for a Friday night. But the rest of the guys had already claimed a table between the dart boards and the pool tables, and were working on a couple of pitchers of beer. The two were welcomed warmly and only slightly teased about walking in together.

With the group finally assembled, they began taking turns giving report on their lives. It began with Kevin, who, having already begun with Sy, continued with a brief recap for the others. Sy exhaled with relief when Matt, who was seated on the other side of Kevin piped up to speak next, having recently proposed to his long time girlfriend. They were going to get to him last, if at all. He listened as well as he could as he battled the troubled thoughts in his head by bombarding them with beer. Unbeknownst to him, his friend Nate, who'd organized the gathering, had been observing his behavior with curiosity, and a measure of concern. He didn't let Jake finish talking about his latest dalliance into what they were all sure was a pyramid scheme disguised as direct sales. Even though Jake insisted it was not.

"Well, I'm curious as to why Sy's been so tight-lipped all evening. What's on your mind, Captain?"

"Nothin' Nate. Just enjoying a few beers with old friends." Sy lied, not convincing anyone at the table, least of all Nate, who had been one of his closest friends while they were stationed together.

"If I wanted to hear bullshit, I'd have let Jake keep talking about the Duraplex scam."

"It's not a scam, guys, it's real supplements for busy people!" Jake defended.

"Can it, Hodges. We aren't buying it, and we aren't signing up to sell it, either." Nate focused again on Sy. "Come on, man. You told me on the phone you had a lot going on. What is it? Female troubles?" He snickered, as did the other guys.

Sy looked into his glass, through the foam and into the honey liquid below it with a rueful grin. "In a sense."

He took a huge drink of the beer, five gulps, nearly emptying it, fortifying himself to speak.

"My girlfriend is missing." Everyone froze in position as they processed this.

Half a dozen questions hit his ears at once. Which he could have handled if he hadn't had almost a full pitcher by himself.

He shut them down, and began to tell them the story of how he met Shane and their sort of whirlwind romance. He paused for a moment to pour himself another beer.

"Never heard you talk about a woman like that, Sy." His friend Chad piped up.

"Never felt this way before, man. She's…she's the one."

"You said she was missing, though?" Nate asked, brow furrowed in concern.

Sy continued, talking about their argument, reconciliation, and then his leaving for training, ending his briefing with the phone call he got from Shane's boss.

"That's fucked up, man." Matt said. "What are you gonna do about it?" His worry seemed genuine, as well, as if he was putting himself in Sy's shoes. Sy assumed because he had been in love with Tonya, his now fiancé since they were in high school, even though she didn't come around on him until he came home on leave one holiday weekend.

"I've already gone to the police with my statement and an idea for a prime suspect."

"You think she was kidnapped?" Brad Randall, who was a Sergeant for the Rolla Police Department, inquired.

"I personally have no doubts that she was kidnapped, and I am a hun'ert percent certain it was her shithead ex."

"And you don't think she's just…ghosted you?" Brad prompted. The thought put a painful tightness in Sy's chest, but it passed quickly. He knew she wouldn't do that. And not just to him.

"No way, man. She left her phone. She didn't tell work. She didn't even tell her parents. Shane takes her phone with her from room to room. She's glued to it. She'd never do that to her coworkers, who are practically family, and she'd certainly tell her parents if she was going to leave town for any amount of time. It's just…not her. I know her."

"And who's this ex? What's his deal? Why is he on the short list of suspects?"

"He IS the list, Brad. He was abusive when they were together. And a cheater. And a liar. And he tried to jump me right outside just a few weeks back. Ask Candace. She was behind the bar when he started getting in Shane's face up there. And I'd bet she saw what happened out in the parking lot, too." He gestured to the sporty blonde bartender with a high ponytail and a Cardinal's jersey when he mentioned her, and then pointed toward the windows looking out onto the dozen or more vehicles parked outside.

"Can we do anything?" Kevin asked, clamping a hand on Sy's shoulder.

"Nothin'. But I appreciate the offer, brother." And he returned the contact with a clap to the other man's shoulder.

Nate and Brad exchanged pointed looks, and Nate countered Sy's rejection.

"I wouldn't say THAT, Sy."

"What do you mean?" Sy looked at Nate as if he was pedaling snake oil…or Jake's supplements.

"I think…that we CAN do something. To help you find Shane."

"We all have military experience, and some of us have connections that could be very useful." Added Brad. "I'm on the Force. I can handle getting intel on the guy."

"I'm in to help with transpo." Matt Styles raised his hand to offer up the vehicles in his transportation service, Rydes with Styles. Sy hated when words were misspelled for the sake of gimmicks…but he had to give Matt credit for that one.

"And Travis and I still work at the base. We can arrange gear." Jake added as Travis nodded.

"And whatever else you need, I'm in too." Kevin concluded.

"No way, guys. You can't stick your necks out for me like that. I won't have it."

"Sy…You know I talked to Lopez after that last mission the two of you were on?" Travis met Sy's eye as he spoke. "He said you had your team carry out Kominski's body. And that you took on most of, and then all of his bodyweight, just so Freeman could cover everyone. Said you were hurt, yourself, but helped him, carried him, to your extraction point. Up several flights of stairs."

Sy had no response other than a blank stare. It seemed to say all it needed to, because Travis continued.

"Lopez is alive and the Kominski girls got to say a proper goodbye to David. Plus, that mission WAS a success because you got the target. I know it's still classified, but…I think we all know the significance of what you did by leading that mission. You didn't leave a man, living or dead, behind."

"And we aren't gonna let your girl get left behind, either. We're gonna take that sonofabitch out. Because what do we do?" Nate declared, ending with the call Sy had always used at the end of his mission briefs.

The whole table, including a reluctant Sy, recited “We embrace the darkness and the suffering.”

“And why do we do it?” Nate continued.

“So that our fellow man is free to live in peace." Sy looked around the table at all of these men he had served with, fought with, watched comrades fall with, and fought against tyranny with. He thought most of them could have come up with their own story about his role in their military time, but the mission Travis was talking about outlined what he figured was the most significant sacrifice he had ever made for a teammate.

"Well…I guess we need to come up with a plan, then." Sy smiled and finished off the beer in his glass before laying it out for the others.

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Sy had given them all missions tailored to their own strengths and connections. Brad would gather all the info he could on Elliott. Matt would reserve vehicles. Jake and Travis would procure tactical gear for the team, and Nate…Nate would provide weapons. Pistols and blades. Ammo. Holsters. Even flash grenades and smoke bombs.

Cade's was too public to talk about their plans, so Sy told everyone to rendezvous at his house the very next afternoon. They sat around the patio table on his back deck while they waited for everyone to arrive. Jake was late.

"Well, I guess 'direct sales' waits for no man, and we can't wait for Ryburn anymore. Styles, report?" Sy commenced the meeting.

"I have three Suburbans that are only a couple years old. They're black, discreet, and all glass is tinted within an inch of it's life. Even the license plate covers. I'll make sure they're fueled and ready." Matt stated.

"Aces. Richardson?" Travis spoke up next.

"Yeah, Jake had to go in for a late shift last night after we met, but I talked to him. He's gonna get vests for everyone, eyewear, comms, the whole works. All rated for Black Ops. He told me a bit ago he was following up on a lead and was hoping it would pan out. Said he had a hunch." Travis shrugged, not certain what his friend was up to, but not that concerned.

"Sounds good. Randall?"

"I made up some dossiers for everyone that includes everything I could find on Thomas. He doesn't have a ton of priors. Mostly drunk and disorderly's that were thrown out, because he got the right representation and the wrong judge. He must have someone backing him, because I have no job on file for him. No employer has run a background on him in ten years. Last known address is from six years ago, when he filed a change of address from an apartment in the Cottage Hills complex to…407 Oak Street."

"That's Shane's address." Sy interjected. "He must not have changed it since she kicked him out."

"It seems so. But it's so weird. I don't see any credit cards, online orders, not even a Netflix account on the guy. He's totally fallen off the grid since Shane. I did get into some social media accounts, but he hasn't posted to anything in the last 18 months."

"Really?"

"Yeah, he was posting hot and heavy about this girl, Kara Hutch. 37. Lives over in Waynesville. But his last Facebook status just says, 'What a waste.' and 'feeling betrayed' and that was in February of last year."

"Hmm, do you think--" Sy was interrupted by the unexpectedly loud and abrupt sound of his front door flying open and Aika, with them on the deck, barking like they were about to be murdered. She was ready to kill whatever came through next. The men, all of them battle hardened veterans sporting conceal and carry permits, were out of their seats and in defensive stances in a fraction of a second. Aiming at an unseen enemy. A figure approached in the shadow of Sy's kitchen, arms raised and slowing as it saw several barrels aimed for its head and chest.

"Woah, woah, woah, guys it's me! It's Jake! Stand down!"

"Are you FUCKING INSANE, Corporal!?" Sy asked, reverting to Captain mode. "You just snuck up on and burst in on a group of soldiers. Do you comprehend how close you came to looking more like Swiss Cheese than a man, Ryburn?!" Sy scolded, fire in him rising, but more out of an angry concern for the friend they nearly shot.

"Sorry, sir, err, Sy. I was focused on getting here for my report." Jake said, out of breath.

"Travis already told us about the gear, Ryburn. You didn't need to bust in like that." Nate berated.

"Oh, guys. What I've got is way better than night vision devices. I might have an address for our guy."

"How in seven hells did YOU get an address?" Brad exclaimed, pride wounded as intel was his task.

"I know, dude, that was on you, but…I overheard a conversation when I was doing some work on equipment in the Air Traffic Control tower."

"What could you have possibly overheard in ATC?" Sy was incredulous.

"Do you want me to tell you, or would you like to keep screaming at me?"

Sy called Aika off and let Jake onto the deck, but the German Shepherd was still eyeing the corporal with marked skepticism.

"So I kept hearing this controller talking to the other girl at her station. She kept talking about her boyfriend…whose name was Elliott." Eyebrows went up all around the table. "Yeah, and he fit the description in every way. Physical appearance, textbook narcissism, the works. I went to the personnel office when I got done with the service call and told the attendant that the girl had helped me with my gear and I wanted to send her an email to thank her. She gave me a contact sheet on Sasha King. I looked her up on my lunchbreak, and found some photos of her with a guy I think might be Elliott." Jake showed Sy an image he'd saved to his phone. "Is this him?"

"Yup, that's the guy." Sy's blood was boiling again at the smiles on the couple's faces. He didn't deserve happiness. He didn't deserve a pretty girlfriend. He should die alone, starving for the love he deprived others. "You say you got an address?"

"Yeah, the gal in personnel printed me a full demo sheet. The only thing we don't have is a social." Sy noted the redacted 9-digit code in one corner of the document Jake had handed him. He read out loud. 3502 Highway D. St. Robert, MO.

"You boys feel up to a little recon tonight?" They all nodded, excitedly, patting Jake on the back, and high fiving him in congratulations on the invaluable find. Even Brad commended him on his detective skills and told him he'd have a job on the Force with him if he ever wanted a change. The corporal almost blushed.

The men went back into the house and through the front door to the driveway where they were all parked.

"Jake, you brought all the gear, too?"

"Sure did, Sy. There's vests, belts, NVDs and helmets to mount. There's plenty for everyone." Jake opened the back of his Jeep as if it were a buffet of delicious tactical equipment. Sy found among the gear a large case and opened it out of curiosity. A sound amplifier with headphones. That was going with him, as it appeared there was only one.

"I'll outfit everyone with guns and ammo later. But here are some tac knives, and three of each diversionary devices for each member of the team." Nate passed out packs with the blades, smoke grenades, and flash bombs.

"Okay, rendezvous at Matt's shop at 1800. We'll go over some procedures for the evening and get set up with the rest of our weaponry then. Okay?" General nods of ascent and "mmhmms" in confirmation of the plan came from the men. Sy continued, "Maybe get some rest between now and then. I don't know how long this is going to take."

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Sy got to Matt's a little early. 1730. Nate showed up about ten minutes later and pulled in next to Sy, leaving the rear doors accessible to arm the team. The men got out of their vehicles and began double checking Nate's inventory.

"Nervous?" Nate said after exchanging the usual pleasantries.

"I didn't think I was. But just now, I got to thinking about what that…monster is doing to the love of my life. What he's putting her through, if he's even let her live. What are we going to come across when we get to this place?"

"You can't think like that. She's not Schrödinger's cat. You have to be positive here. This mission depends on your strength as a leader. You're gonna do great. And Shane is gonna be fine. We all will. Have a little faith, man." Nate patted Sy on the back in encouragement. Sy appreciated it. But he thought he might have to compartmentalize, instead. Think of this as just another mission. Forget that Shane was involved. Even if it wasn't healthy, it might at least be helpful.

Matt arrived soon after and waved at the two men as he pulled in on the other side of Nate. He got out and greeted his friends, all of them shooting the breeze and enfolding the others into the conversation as they got there. Kevin was the last to arrive, just before 1800, when the briefing commenced.

"So," Sy began, more timidly than was his usual way. "First, guys, I wanna say, I appreciate y'all so much for doing this. For putting in the time and the resources to help me and Shane. I owe y'all more than I can repay, but that doesn't mean I won't try. Within reason." He grinned and his friends chuckled.

"Now, we've got the comms set up. We'll be in each other's ears, so we can report in real time. I've looked up an aerial view of the farm on Google Earth, and there should be good cover for surveillance with the sound equipment and NVDs. I'll take point, Nate, you and Matt are with me. Kevin, you and Brad will flank the property on the left, Travis and Jake are going right. I'm hoping this will just be recon, but if I get wind of something I don't like, I may call for the strike. You guys will report anything you think looks fishy, and I will make that call with the intel I'm given. Now. When and if I make that call, we're gonna aim for disorientation and soft incapacitation. If you don't have to kill, don't. I don't know how much help this bastard has, but I know it would have taken several to take down Shane. It's not that I think any of them deserve to be spared, but…I don't want us to break up any families. We don't need the weight on our already heavy souls." War had changed them all, and Sy didn't want to make any more widows. "We good?"

Nods of approval from the men made Sy think he was looking at a military bobble head collection. He stifled a smile.

"Alright, lets get armed and ready, then Matt can take us to our chariots."

They were all mostly suited up, black or dark colors were the general uniform. They were ready for whatever might happen. As Nate handed out guns and ammo, the men examined their clips, loaded their guns, and put them in their holsters until needed…they hoped they wouldn't be.

When they were all set, they followed Matt to the huge garage he kept his fleet in.

Although, "garage" didn't quite do the building justice. It was actually an airplane hangar that Matt got for a good price when the local airline went under. He'd made a loft in it with a ramp so there was extra room for smaller vehicles like his town cars. The limos, SUVs, and the stretch Hummer were on the lower level. He had a separate space outside for the two party busses and the RV, protected from the elements by large carports.

Matt went to grab keys from the lock box as the men gathered near the Suburbans. Sy was getting angsty. Moment of truth was here.

"Okay," Matt jingled two sets of keys in his hands. "Who's driving?"

Kevin deferred to Brad without contest, but Jake and Travis were bickering over the question between them.

"Grow up or get married already." Sy chided. "Jake, you got the good intel for us yesterday. You drive."

Travis was mildly crestfallen, but Jake was stoked and he caught the keyring Matt tossed him.

"You wanna drive, Captain?" Matt offered Sy the last set of keys.

"No, Matt. You're driving our group. I'll take shotgun though."

And the seven men got into the vehicles as if they were mounting horses, headed into the sunset.

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Over the comms on the way, Sy addressed the team. "Okay, there's a large outbuilding near the road, guys. Pull off the driveway and park behind that structure. Hopefully they'll hide the vehicles from the main house. Bravo and Charlie teams, you let Alpha team get in place before you take your positions."

"Roger that, Captain." Kevin said in the headset.

"We copy." Travis answered for himself and Jake.

The first phase of the mission went perfectly. Sy, Nate, and Matt were in position, and Sy had set up the sound amplifier, aiming it at the house, headphones on. When the other teams were in position, Matt reported to Sy, since he was getting feedback using the earpiece and the headphones for the amp at the same time.

"Bravo and Charlie teams are in place, Captain."

"Great. Sit Rep?"

"All's quiet so far. Wait. Headlights coming up the drive." Each team tried to make themselves as small and low as possible so as not to draw attention to their presence. Sy had been getting nothing but crime show drivel from the TV in the house since he got here.

A petite but curvy brunette got out of the white Honda Civic and stomped into the house.

"Hey babe." Elliott's unmistakable voice rang in Sy's ear. And he was filled to bursting with rage all over again.

"What the fuck, Elliott? I've been trying to call you for hours! What the hell have you been doing?"

"Oh, I was charging my phone in the bedroom. What's going on?"

"That Captain Syverson your little pet was banging? I found out today that he's back in town. Has been for a few days."

"Shit. Shit!!! SHIT!!!"

"Yeah, so…if he isn't already, it won't be long before he starts trying to find her."

"But…how could he? Even if he thought it was me, I have no official ties to this place, or even you!"

"Flattering."

"You know what I mean."

"Whatever, but I'd get rid of her ASAP. This guy is NOT someone you wanna piss off, Elliott."

"I'll bring the guys in. We'll take care of it. Tonight."

Sy cussed in a loud whisper. He wanted to rip Elliott apart with his bare hands. Nate asked him what was wrong, but Sy held up a hand for him to remain quiet because he heard the scumbag inside on the phone.

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, change of plans, we need to do this tonight. Get everyone out here. Yes, immediately. There's a…potential complication. We need to take care of her before it becomes more. Yeah, she's weak, but I'm still gonna wait until you guys get here. She's still got some fight in her. She about took Jackson's eye out yesterday when he was  down there. He's got some wicked scratches on his face. I think he made her regret it, though." Elliott laughed with evil mirth. Sy was furious. He reckoned God Himself might have a time pulling him off that degenerate before he made him unrecognizable as a human man. Once he started punching him, he might not be able to stop.

When Elliott signed off, Sy pulled the earphones down onto his neck. He looked at Matt and Nate.

"He's planning something with Shane and has called in reinforcements. It sounds like he means to take her somewhere else, and it didn't sound like it was gonna be pretty. I think we need to go in now."

"Shit. Okay." Matt responded. Sy put his earpiece in and called on the rest of the team.

"Bravo and Charlie, do you copy?"

"Bravo copies." Kevin reported back.

"Charlie copies. Go ahead, Alpha." Travis cleared.

"Listen, boys. We need to go in, and we need to make it quick. Here’s the situation. We have one male and one female assailant inside the domicile, and an undetermined number of additional combatants en route to reinforce the enemy's line. We have one target. A female prisoner, presumably in the basement, given verbiage used in the communication I intercepted. Alpha team will make our priority extraction. Bravo, you will subdue the male assailant and then maintain sentry position on the lookout for more unfriendlies. Charlie team, you will clear the second level of the house and subdue the female combatant. She is a soldier, so proceed with extreme caution. Once the area is secure, drivers, go and retrieve the vehicles. We are gonna need to get out of here quick, or else things might go tits up. I'm concerned we'll lose the advantage of numbers if we wait too long. Are we clear?"

"Copy that, Alpha leader."

"Roger. On your count, cap."

Sy took a deep breath. Thought to himself "Shane. I'm on my way, baby!" He saw red, then. And called for the charge, out of the darkness, and into the farmhouse. To an uncertain outcome.

Up Next: Chapter 17-Gait Training

[henrycavell]

homecoming part 3

summary: Syverson has been medically discharged from the army after a suicide attempt. He’d been able to hide his deteriorating mental health for years from the men around him, but now he has to face it head on. Hopefully not alone.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: Syverson x OFC warnings: suicide attempt, please read with discretion. it’s not very detailed, i don’t think, but just keep yourselves safe ok

authors note: sorry this took so long, i was facing a bit of writer’s block! let me know what you think about this chapter c:

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Penelope sat rigid in her vehicle, both hands clinging on to the small phone as her eyes read over the text message for what felt like the fifteenth time. Just four words, four short little words and still, Penelope felt her heart hitting her stomach, turning to stone and somehow sinking even lower. An overwhelming sense of nausea crashed over her like a wave and she peeled her eyes away from the lit screen. Why was she feeling so much guilt eating away at her insides over this message? Just hours earlier, she'd felt so terrified, so fearful almost for her life that she never wanted to see that man ever again and yet... Now, here she was, sitting and feeling bad. Like she'd given up on someone who really needed her help, even if he wouldn't admit it.

She felt like there was nothing she could do anymore, at least not now. Well, she could. Penelope could get back out of her car, march back inside the offices, and head back to Syverson's counselor, tell him she'd changed her mind. That she didn't want to drop him, but something stopped her. Reason, logic, any single one of her last brain cells were practically screaming at her that the man was dangerous, or so it seemed. Telling herself she had a day or two to think about it, Penelope just dropped her phone into the passenger seat and turned the key over in the ignition.

That Friday evening seemed rather solemn. The sky was darker earlier than usual, especially for it to be still in the middle of Summer. Deep reds and purples washed across the sky as Penelope stopped her car on the side of the street, just a short walk up to the bar she liked to sit at sometimes. It was a quiet place, not the type of establishment where you had to worry about college students or fuck boys. Stepping out of her car, she felt a gust of cool wind and looked up to the sky, just in time to feel a raindrop smack right into the center of her forehead. Flinching from the sudden chill, Penelope wiped the droplet off of her face and shoved her hands down into the pockets of her jacket. Penelope loved the rain, storms of all kinds, but she didn't want to be caught in one.

Hurrying up the sidewalk, her crystal blue eyes fell on the red door into the bar, the blinking neon sign that read open. It was a little hole in the wall bar, the windows covered in stickers and logos for different beer and liquor brands, and on the inside of the door, a thousand different flyers for different local bands and art exhibits were littered. It was warm inside, comfortable enough that she could shrug her jacket off as she made her way over to the bar. Throwing her light coat over the back of the barstool, Penelope helped herself to sit before looking up at the bartender and raising her finger, trying to get his attention to. "shot of bourbon, Four Roses if you have it."

The bartender nodded in understanding, before turning away from her, tossing the cloth he'd been using to clean over his shoulder. It was mere seconds before she had a double shot in front of her and she looked up at the man with a raised brow. He'd waited on her hand fulls of times, but she'd never learned his name. "Can tell you need it today." Penelope took in a deep, shaky breath before letting it out, allowing her shoulders to droop. Was it so obvious how shaken up she was?

"Thank you," she answered him before picking it up and shooting it back with minimal effort. The liquor burned going down, leaving a sweet, spicy taste in the back of her mouth. One she normally didn't care for, but now it was almost welcomed, a pleasant distraction until her phone was buzzing off in her pocket.

"Hello?"

"Did you get a call from Syverson?" It was his counselor, Kenton, that was his name.

"Uh no, a text message... Why-"

"I think somethings wrong, he ain't the type to go around apologizing... Do you care to go check up on him for me? I know you didn't want anything to do with him anymore, but I have to pick my kid up from soccer practice..."

Her eyes couldn't have rolled back farther in her head. If it wasn't for Penelope feeling a pull, like she needed to speak to Logan anyway, she would've given Kenton a mouthful. The ex-captain had nearly laid his hands on her and he had just so quickly forgotten that?

"Yeah, I guess."

Dropping her phone back into her pocket, she looked back up at the bartender and gave him a small smile, before laying a crisp twenty-dollar bill on the counter. "Thanks, keep the change."

Penelope's cheeks were already tinted red from the bit of alcohol she had, parking her car outside of Logan's house for the second time that day. On the drive over from the bar, she found herself thinking she should've asked more questions on the phone to Kenton. About the call he must've gotten from Syverson, what he said, or what had him worried. It seemed a bit odd to get worked up just from someone sending an apology text, especially after what he'd done... An apology was in order, in her mind. But, Logan must've apologized to Kenton too and that was what she couldn't wrap her mind around.

Taking a few seconds to gather her composure, Penelope found that she was having to curse herself out in her head to force her hand to reach for the door handle. Walking up to Logan's porch was even harder, something just seemed wrong, off. Her footsteps felt heavier and the air around her was so brittle, sending goosebumps down her arms. The front yard looked frozen still as if she was looking at it from a photograph and not actively walking through it. Stepping up onto the porch, Penelope rolled her eyes at herself and grumbled under her breath, "get it together, what are you scared for?"

Tightening her hand into a fist, Penelope knocked on the door a few times before letting her hand drop back to her side. Even taking a step back, a little nervous for Logan to answer the door. She didn't want to be too close to him, but... an answer never came. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his pick up truck in the driveway, so he must be home. Penelope reached out for the door handle to the glass door, tugging it open so she could knock again against the wood. "Hey, you in there? I got your text-" Penelope called, getting up on her tiptoes to try and look through the small glass panels near the top of the door.

Barely able to glance inside, Penelope caught a glimpse of Aika. She was resting at the foot of the stairs, her paws hiding over her face. Even weirder... Knocking again, Penelope lifted up on her tiptoes to get another look at the dog. "Aika, hey girl! Get Sy?" Calling through the door to a dog to go and get her owner made Penelope just feel silly. Aika lifted her head up, barely looked at Penelope through the pane before dropping her head back to the floor and going back to hiding behind her paws.

Penelope's face scrunched up in confusion and without any more hesitation, she reached down to the doorknob and twisted it, relieved to find it unlocked. Pushing the door open, Aika just whimpered but stayed stuck next to the bottom stair of the staircase. That wasn't much like a guard dog, to just lay still when an intruder was right in front of him. Granted, Aika kind of, sort of knew her, but still... Penelope's heart had lurched up into her throat, a whole new sense of dread washing over her as she looked up the staircase to the dimly lit second floor.

"Hey girl, what are you doing down here all alone?" Penelope tried again to get Aika up, her eyes slowly coming back to the dog, but she still just sat perfectly still, like a statue. "What's the matter?" Penelope squatted down at the base of the stairs, reaching out with her left hand to scratch behind Aika's ears. The dog just whimpered, before forcing herself up on all fours and tiredly creeping up the stairs.

"Okay..." Everything about this situation just seemed unsettling. Penelope shifted from one foot to the other, nervously looking around before she took the first step up the stairs. The second floor was even darker than she imagined, every light turned off and every door shut tightly. Aika moved over to one of the doors and let herself fall down on her belly in front of it, whining and whimpering again as she looked up at Penelope with sad eyes. "What, in there?" Penelope asked Aika as if she'd be able to answer her.

Her eyes lifted to the door and Penelope quietly reached forward, holding her breath as she twisted the doorknob and let it pop open. She didn't swing it open, no, instead just stared at the slim crack in the door, still trying to gather her courage. Pushing it open a bit, Penelope stepped up as close to the door as she could, trying to steal a glance inside before just stepping in. Hearing a low, disgruntled moan, as if someone was in agony, Penelope was chilled to the bone, her hands beginning to tremble as she tried to push the door open entirely.

Stepping into the room, it was cliche to think, but nothing could've prepared Penelope for what she was met with. Three or four liquor bottles littered the floor, among the dirty clothes and trash... Three or four that she could make out at least. The curtains over the windows were pulled tightly closed, not allowing in even a sliver of light. Penelope could see Logan's form on the bed, one arm dangling off of the bed. It was too dark to make out any details, but she just knew something was horribly wrong.

"Logan?" She breathed, taking a few steps further into the room, trying to tiptoe around the clutter and mess on the floor. Her eyes were fixed on the ex-captain, how his body seemed so stiff and tense, and yet his breathing was rigid and shallow. Another pathetic grunt came from the man, but no discernible answer. "I got your message... Thought I'd come to check on you..."

The closer Penelope managed to get to the bed, the clearer the picture became. The arm that dangled off of the bed was trembling, blood running down all over his hand, dripping off into the floor. His face was pale, a thin layer of sweat had collected across his skin and his lips looked ghostly white and chapped. Penelope's eyes ran up his arm, her blood running cold as she tried to make out where the source was, but there was just so much red. Penelope had stayed petrified in her spot for long enough, forgetting to breathe until she rocketed forward, collapsing onto her knees next to the bed.

"What... what... are you... oh my god!" Her voice came out in chopped bits and pieces, just a testimony to horror-stricken she was. The girl had been sent into a straight panic, her brain refusing to process thoughts as she reached her hands out, trying to figure out just what to do. Her eyes dragged up to Logan's face once more, his eyes were closed and his lips were parted slightly, quiet breaths leaving him. Looking like he was hanging onto life by a thin, silver thread.

"It's... fine..." His voice came out hoarse and gravely, slow and slurred, too. Penelope's eyes widened at the words that left the man's lips, her hands gently hanging onto his arm now, his blood coating her hands and jacket, a bigger mess being made all over her. "Just... go... let me..." Syverson's words were coming out in just gentle, raspy breaths, barely audible, Penelope had to listen so closely because she couldn't believe what Logan was muttering.

Her hands started to shake even worse, finally flinging herself away from the man, scrambling out into the middle of the floor. "No, no, this isn't fine! I... I'm going to help you...!" No one had warned her about this man having any sort of mental health issues besides general anxiety, a slight case of depression... Kenton told her a slight case of depression!! Nothing to worry about, but now here she was, sitting terrified in the middle of his bedroom floor, watching him bleed out on his bed.

Penelope stared for a few moments more before something forced her to rocket to her feet. He's going to die, she thought, racing out of the room, back into the hallway. She had to get out of that room, had to scrub that image from her eyes, had to just... take a breath. Penelope checked every wrong pocket first before finding her phone in the left side pocket of her jacket, her shaking thumb punching 9-1-1 into the keypad.

[dearlybelovedluke]

Whatshername - Captain Syverson

Word Count: 416

Warnings: some ANGST for our boy🥺

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my head for a couple months now and thanks to @syversons​ I felt good about it!! 

Pairing: Sy X unknown OFC

Taglist: @romyr4 @littlefreya @magdelen69 @scorpionchild81 @omgkatinka @klaine-92 @radaofrivia @snatchedbylele @strangerliaa @mary-ann84@syversons​ @sideh0e​

Thought I ran into you down on the street

Then it turned out to only be a dream

I made a point to burn all of the photographs

She went away and then I took a different path

I remember the face

But I can't recall the name

Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Everyone who saw Captain Syverson these days, saw him alone. Gone was his normal smirk. No cheerful greeting to the seniors who took part in taking care of him as a child. Never smiling anymore. Just making his way from place to place, spending day after day, working on his mother’s old house. Stone cold, facing the day with no distractions. All signs of the old good-hearted boy gone, burned in the pile of photographs that once remained the only thing keeping him going overseas. Sometimes her face would pop into his head, but he would never let his memories reach her name. She left, gone off to turn into someone else.

Seems that she disappeared without a trace

Did she ever marry old what's his face

I made a point to burn all of the photographs

She went away and then I took a different path

I remember the face

But I can't recall the name

Now I wonder how whatsername has been

The bar echoed the same thoughts as it did every time he walked in. Alone as always. 

“He was supposed to marry her”, he heard one girl mutter as a pair walked by his stool.

“Yeah, I heard she took off as soon as he got home”, the friend responded, sending him a pitiful glance. Everyone in this god damn town knew what happened. The day she left was the worst day of his life, and he had seen someone of his best friends killed in front of his eyes. 

“Sy” the old friendly bartender’s voice called out as he reached the bar, past all the noise. 

“Reggie”, he nodded. “Whiskey, Irish” he muttered before glancing at the group nearest him. Kids he went to high school with, turned adults gossiping about the latest breakup in town.

“no Miss Johnson tonight?”, Reggie asked politely, as he reached for the glass with one hand and a bottle with the other. Sy let out a shaky breath before steeling himself up again.

“She’s gone, Reg. Don’t you hear them all still talking about it”

“Sy-”, the bartender started, but he was cut off. 

“Keep them coming until shes whatshername”