#captain syverson x idol!reader

[keanureevesisbae]

I was thinking abt sy with a lil idol gf and omg🥺🥺Bye he’d be so supportive🥰he would go to his gf’s shows and maybe even surprise his idol gf at a fansign and bring 20 albums for her to sign😭😭 the big bear definitely owns a bunch of merch and has a “secret” fan acc, He is overall just mushy for his girlie😩🤚(I’m so soft rn pls😭)

YOU JUST MADE ME THE SOFTEST HUMAN BEING ALIVE. OH MY GOSH, THIS IS ADORABLE, I LOVE THIS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PUTTING THIS IDEA IN MY MIND!! (side note: i used Jennie's Solo cover for the art and i also went out of my way to make insta edits - yes, i'm that type of person) also, thank you sweet anon for sending me this 💗hope you like it

Captain Syverson x petite!cutesy!fem!reader

Summary: Sy has a reputation: a strong and powerful captain, who is never afraid and will never turn into a pile of mush. However, there is only one woman who is able to turn him into the ultimate fanboy.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: none

Sy is more of a country music kinda man. Growing up in Texas, near a bar with a mechanic bull, he was obsessed as a young teen with the idea of just touring through the state with a cowboy hat on his head and a guitar.

It’s just the fact that he can’t sing what stood in the way of a very promising country career.

He joined the military and forgot about the idea all together, but when he came back from his final tour to Iraq, his friends took him on a little welcome home drive through the country. They visited all sorts of bars, listened to all sorts of music there. Sure, all sorts of music had its appeal, but it would never be like country.

The final destination of the little road trip was LA and they went to a bar for new sing and songwriters to perform.

And that’s where he first laid his eyes on you. He remembers you sitting on a bar stool, back straight as a ruler. You were adorable, he thought to himself. Wide eyes as you were watching the stage, clapping your hands along with the beat and squealing when someone sang something particularly well.

And then it was your turn to get on stage. A sweet pink dress, matched with white sneakers and socks with a lace border. Nothing about the song you wrote and sang was something he usually liked. Very happy, up beat and your high voice sang every note perfectly.

Despite not his taste, he adored every second of it.

You seemed shy off stage, with the way you sat by yourself, but on stage that demeanor completely changed.

You were born to be a singer.

When you sat down at your own barstool again, he grabbed his beer and decided to sit next to you, get to know you. Everything about you was different. Petite, long hair and your feet didn’t even touch the floor.

He was supposed to stay in LA for two weeks, but that changed into a month and then two months, because he couldn’t get enough of you. He left Texas (something he never thought he would do) and moved to LA, where he got a job as a constructor. You quit your own job, one you only took to be able to pay for the bills and musical equipments. He loved helping you out, driving you from bar to bar, hoping your dream of becoming an idol would come true.

And one day, it happened.

You got an offer of one of the biggest agencies in the US and after the two of you read the contract multiple times, you signed and were an official idol.

Life changed a lot after that. You were either in the studio, dance practice and back at the studio again, however Sy made sure that you were well hydrated and fed, just like your back up dancers.

The people at the agency loved Sy and they often joked that he was part of the family that was created at the agency.

It all happened fast. Your first single, music video, first appearance at multiple late night shows and finally you reached one million followers on Instagram.

And he was right by your side.

His friends knew about his love for country, but they also knew about his much bigger love for you. They often would catch the big captain sing to the cute, almost bubblegum pop music you produced.

He didn’t care.

Sy had all your merchandise, whether it would fit him or not. He had your albums (all signed of course) and listened to them when you weren’t around. Sometimes he’d travel with you as you were touring, sometimes he stayed behind, especially after the two of you adopted a two year old American Akita.

The world knew you weren’t single, but you always kept Sy out of the spotlight, something he’d greatly appreciated. While you were born to be famous, he was born to live a more anonymous.

But that didn’t stop you from boasting about him on Instagram.

It had been at least three months since you saw him in real life. Your manager and all your back up dancers knew about his plan. Heck, they even helped Sy with planning it. He watches from the back, the line at your meet and greet stand growing smaller and smaller, until everyone has left. You let out a content sigh and want to get up, but your manager says there is a special fan still waiting in the back.

‘Really?’ you ask him. ‘Who is it?’

‘Very special. Super fan.’

That gains your attention, as your eyebrows are raised. ‘Do I know them?’

‘You’ve met them before,’ your manager says.

‘Oh, I do hope I recognize them,’ you say. ‘I don’t want to come across as such a bitch, you know.’

Your manager starts to laugh. ‘I wouldn’t worry about it,’ he says. ‘Close your eyes.’

You place your hands over your eyes and smile in anticipation. Sy quietly walks over to your table and places his newly bought album in front of you. ‘I’d like this signed, please,’ he says.

Within lightening speed you pull your hands from your eyes. ‘Oh my,’ you say, ‘Sy?’ You jump up, your chair falling behind you. You run around the table and wrap your arms around his neck. He lifts you up in his arms and gives you a kiss on your cheek. ‘I missed you! What are you doing here? How is Kal?’

‘Kal is good. He is with your parents.’

‘But what are you doing here?’ you ask.

‘I want my autograph,’ he says with a chuckle.

You press a kiss on his lips. ‘How long are you gonna stay here with me?’

He shrugs. ‘I brought enough clothing for let’s say… a month?’

Your eyes enlarge. ‘That’s the end of my tour! Oh, Sy, you’re staying with me?’ You have tears in your eyes and whisper: ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, little lady.’

[inlovewithhisblueeyes]

The Captain and the Mermaid

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Ariel! Female Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: Familial teasing and fluff

A/N: As some of you know I love The Little Mermaid to death and a plot bunny about Henry (or one of his characters) dating a party princess/professional mermaid has been floating around my head. Besides mentioning that the reader has red hair, I wanted to keep the description of her as limited as possible. I believe that anyone can be Ariel regardless of skin color. I'm excited to see Halle Bailey take on this iconic role.

Today on what seemed like it was going to be the hottest day in Texas history, little Leah Syverson-Jones was turning 7. All she had wanted was Ariel and her favorite uncle present. It took her parents quite a while to convince her to invite other people to her party, but Leah drove a hard bargain; she wanted a pool party at Uncle Sy’s so Ariel wouldn’t dry out. Leah loved hanging out at Uncle Sy’s house for that very reason and with her being his only niece in a sea of nephews, Sy spoiled her rotten.

Now when his sister, Sarah, told him of the plan, Sy wasn’t too sure how they were going to make the whole bringing a fictional character to a party. He let his sister handle that part while he focused on making sure his backyard was worthy of his little mermaid princess. He had seen The Little Mermaid with Leah at least a billion times at this point so the captain had tons to work with. Sy decided to focus on Ariel’s grotto and he may have cheated a little bit and took some ideas from their family trip to Disney World two years prior. Leah had nearly passed out from excitement when meeting her idol in her grotto.

Syverson may have also ordered his new batch of recruits from the nearby base to do most of the heavy lifting and errand running; he did end up paying them in all the beer and pizza they could dream of after Sarah had heard about it. Now the morning of the big day, Sarah had dragged herself over to Sy’s house at 8 am to explain to her quote “idiot big brother” how exactly the whole mermaid thing was going to work.

“Now Eric Henry Syverson there ain’t enough coffee in the world to keep me from throttling you where you stand. I will explain this one more time,” she seethed which caused Sy to raise his arms in exasperation.

“Hey I ain’t the one who’s into all that artsy fartsy shit. You went to that fancy college up north, not me.”

“There’s a girl coming at 11 to play Ariel. She needs time and space to get changed into her mermaid tail. You’ll be standing guard and keeping anyone who comes early from coming back her. Tom won’t be bringing Leah and the rest of the kids until 11:30. Under no circumstances can Leah get back here before 12. That will ruin the magic. Got it now?”

“Yes m’am. Now give me that list of yours so I get to the store before all of the ice in the county is gone,” Sy huffed.

The next few had Sy driving all over to grab Leah’s cake and all the last minute things. By the time Sy’s truck had pulled into the driveway, Sarah’s car wasn’t the only one anymore. He glanced at the clock on his dashboard and shook his head. Sy had no idea how this was even going to be believable, but he’d do anything to make his niece happy. He made quick work of unloading the truck and as he was bringing the cake into the house, there stood his sister chatting with what he swore was the cutest redhead on this side of the Mississippi.

She gave him a little wave while his sister rattled on and Sy could assure you that his cheeks did not flush, it was too hot already. At some point between him dropping off the cake and beginning to fill the coolers, the girl had gone out to get ready. Sarah had already closed the shades on the back door and locked it by the time her kids came barreling in.

Out of nowhere a screech of “Uncle Sy!!!!” and the feeling of a scrawny thing crawling on his back while he was bent over loading up the last cooler let him know little Leah had arrived. Sy quickly maneuvered the girl off of his back as he stood up and gave her a big bear hug.

“Well, it looks like I’ve caught myself a little mermaid. Maybe she can tell me what happened to my Leah,” Sy teased as he spun her around.

“It’s me, Uncle Sy, I promise. This is just my special birthday ‘fit,” Leah giggled.

She was dressed in an Ariel costume with matching shoes and tiara. His mother mentioned how she had taken Leah to the mall the other week and walked out with half of the Disney Store. If only she knew what was waiting for her outside, luckily she only had to wait a little longer. Slowly, the rest of the guests started to arrive and Tom and Sy started to sneak food outside while Leah was occupied.

As soon as the clock struck noon, all of Leah’s friends from school and ballet had finally arrived. Sy gave a nervous look to his sister as she gathered all of them up, all of them ready to have fun.. From what little he had seen of the girl playing Ariel, he wasn’t sure how this was going to be pulled off. As soon as Sarah slid the back door open, the room was filled with shrieks and reminders to not run.

Sy was the last to enter the backyard as he carried out the cooler full of drinks for the adults. As soon as he sat down the cooler away from where the kids were, the captain turned to see what little Miss Leah and her pals thought. He turned his eyes to the pool area where a very convincing Ariel sat surrounded by all the kids. Leah ran over to Sy and grabbed his hand.

“Uncle Sy, you gotta meet her. It’s really Princess Ariel at my party,” She squealed as she attempted to drag him over.

Sy chuckled at her and followed his overexcited niece over. He got a good look at her up close and even the tail looked rather realistic as the fin flowed back and forth in the shallow water. Ariel was answering all the rapidly fired questions with perfect answers. It wasn’t until one of the girls asked where Prince Eric was that Leah chimed in instead.

“He’s right here. Uncle Sy’s real name is Eric but he said only grammie calls him that,” the birthday girl babbled,”And he was a captain too but not like Captain Hook.”

“Oh wow! I’ll have to tell Eric once I swim back home. He’ll be so excited to have a twin,” Ariel replied without a beat and seemed to give a smile directly to Sy.

Once again, Sy did not blush, the sun was beating down hard on him. Sarah and one of the other moms quickly swooped in to get all the kids sunscreen up and in their bathing suits. Sy quickly ducked to have a beer and make sure the coolers were still properly stocked. He absolutely did not watch as Ariel gracefully slid into the water and began swimming around. He was absolutely not so entranced that it took a cold feeling on the back of his neck to snap him out of it.

“Someone’s got a crush,” Sarah teased.

“What-no-I don’t got a crush. Leah’s almost as bad as you” Sy scoffed.

Sarah gave a knowing hum as she looked up at him. “Uh huh. Leah asked if you’d come play mermaids with her friends and Ariel so you best get your swimming trunks on mister. Don’t want to disappoint your favorite niece.”

“You have no shame sis,” the captain grumbled.

“Momma had to give me something. You got the looks,” Sarah goaded to which Sy only replied with a huff before going inside to change.

The kids spent the next hour showing Ariel how they could swim just like her, playing Marco Polo, and splashing around. Sy even got in on the action if only to get his sister soaked as revenge. Now the kids were all wrapped up in their towels surrounding where Ariel had propped her elbows up on the side. Even a few of the adults had come to stand around and watch as well. Sarah yanking Sy over much to his embarrassment.

“Well birthday girl, I heard humans like to sing songs on their friend’s birthdays. Do you have a song you’d like me to sing?” Ariel asked with a dazzling song.

“Miss Ariel please sing the song you sang when you rescued Eric. Please please please,” Leah begged,” It’s my favorite.”

“I’d love to sing that one for you. It’s my favorite too,” the mermaid giggled.

“What would I give to live where you are?

What would I pay to stay here beside you?

What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Where would we walk, where would we run

If we could stay all day in the sun?

Just you and me, and I could be

Part of your world

I don't know when, I don't know how

But I know something's starting right now

Watch and you'll see, someday I'll be

Part of your world”

“Thank you so much for letting me come to your party, Princess Leah. Scuttle said that usually after a song there’s cake and presents. I hope you’ll enjoy all that for me,” Ariel beamed.

“I will Miss Ariel!,” Leah exclaimed, reaching down to give Ariel a big hug.

“Well I have to head back to Atlantica now. I have to tell Flounder and my sisters all about the human world,” the mermaid gushed,” May you have the happiest of birthdays, princess!”

The moms made quick work of ushering the kids inside with promises of cake and ice cream. There were a few stragglers who wanted a hug from the mermaid too. She cheerfully bid them all goodbye and gave Sy a wink and wave as yet again he was the last one to leave.

While the kids were busy eating their cake and Leah was opening presents, Sy slipped outside to grab another beer and in no way, shape or form, to make sure the actress was getting packed up alright. She still had the wig and makeup on but was back in her clothes that he had seen her in earlier.

“You doing alright out here Ariel?” He asked, watching her pack up the last of her things.

“I think I got it handled, Captain. I have to say you did a wonderful job decorating the place. Your sister mentioned it to me earlier.”

“Thank you, darlin’. Ariel’s pretty much the only thing she wanted for her birthday so I had to help,” Sy said, scratching his neck and trying to hide his blush.

“It’s definitely the best mermaid grotto I’ve seen. I should probably get going before one of the kids gets too curious and wanders off. I’d hate to ruin the magic,” the girl replied as she slid her bag over her shoulder.

“You’re right. I’ll let Sarah know the coast is clear,” the captain offered.

“Thank you. Enjoy a slice of cake for me, Eric” the girl grinned.

“Will do, Ariel.”

“You, Captain, can call me Y/N,” the actress said with a sly wink before turning to sneak around the side of the house.

Sy let out a hefty sigh and shook his head before heading back into the house, completely forgetting the beer. His sister immediately noticed and walked over to him.

“Getting a beer, huh?” She taunted with a smirk.

“Shut it you.”

“Our mermaid friend asked me to give her your number. You’re lucky you got me to save the day. I think the words are `Thank You Sarah’.”

Sy blushed furiously. “Thank you, Sarah,” he grumbled just as his phone chimed in his pocket.

[littlefreya]

Show Off Tag

I was tagged by the amazing @sapphirescrolls, check her out! My fave story of her is Savior. 😍

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So I only write about Henry Cavill and his characters. Because well, he is my muse. I’ve been writing since I am 14. But the first time I ever decided to share anything was January this year. I am still amazed by the amount of love and warm feedback I received from you, and thankful for the people who are reading my stories and enjoying them as I enjoy sharing. 

So here are the stories I am proud of:

1. Night Drive - Dark!Henry x OFC. Without too many spoilers for those who haven’t read it; this story is about a fellow actress taking a ride back home with Henry. It turns into a nightmare once Henry confesses his obsession and decides to kidnap her. This is my first dark non-con story. I wrote it based purely on my personal fantasy and honestly didn’t think it will make it to 900 notes!!! I thought it will be possibly 60 because of the offered material so I am still overwhelmed. I am proud of myself for writing it, I am allowing myself to say I did good this time and the experience itself was astonishing. 

2. Nice Day for a White Wedding - August x Reader.  While getting ready to your wedding to another man, you are paid a visit by a deranged and abandoned August Walker who proves to you: no one ever leaves him. This was a gift to @agniavateira. She prompted me with 3 sentences and I came up with the scenario. Apart for exposing myself as a Billy Idol fan, you know I love me some angsty-angry Auggie.

3. Good Girl - Henry x OFC. Henry’s wife decides to show up at the Gym and take advantage of his situation which begins a game of power play between them. I love this story because I managed to wrap up almost all my kinks in one place 🤣

4. One more touch before we die - August x OFC. Plot? Making slow, sensual love to August at a mountain retreat. This is a part of the senses challenge prompted by @viking-raider. It’s a scene, a moment and I’m proud of how poetic it came out. I love August and I wanted to show a more mellow, emotional side of him without even using a dialog. 

5. Lines in the Sand - Captain Syverson x OFC. A military sniper with severe attitude problems joins camp Warhorse which is led by Captain Syverson. This is the first story I posted here and the series I ever wrote and completed. I didn’t realize it till mid-story that I was writing on my own PTSD and that this story was helping me deal. I worked without a beta so every now and then I come back to fix some stuff. I think I grew up as a writer since then but regardless, I still love this story.  

Tagging: @wondersofdreaming @dancingwendigo @viking-raider @ladyreapermc @penwieldingdreamer @fanficsrusz @evnscvll @nuns-and-roses @onlyhenrys @yespolkadotkitty

And anyone else who wants to do it!

[keanureevesisbae]

Captain Syverson x petite!cutesy!fem!reader

Summary: After you call Sy a simp on national television, he desperately wants to know what exactly is a "simp".

Wordcount: ±600

Warnings: none

‘What did you mean when you said I’m a simp?’ Sy asks, when you finally arrive back at the hotel room. He was sitting in the crowd when you were being interviewed at some late night show and you continued to say your boyfriend was a simp.

But what exactly did that entail?

You place your purse on the coffee table, before kicking off the heels. ‘That you’re a simp,’ you say with a mischievous smile on your face. ‘It’s true, right?’

He scoffs. ‘Tell me, little lady, what’s a simp?’

‘Google it,’ you say, before winking at him and turning around to walk towards the bathroom, to get yourself ready for tonight.

Sy groans. He hates that you are better up to date with trends than he is. He is trying, he really is, but he might be a tad bit obsessed with you, because every time he needs to do something for either work or look something up for his momma, he somehow sees a new interview of you, new pictures or a fan cam.

But now he will block everything you-related and actually look up the thing that has been bothering him.

“What is a simp?”

He ends up on urbandictionary.com and reads the top definition:

Sy frowns. How in heaven’s name is that a bad thing? Of course he does a lot for you. He absolutely adores you and wants to make life as easy for you as possible.

But that’s called a considerate boyfriend, not a simp.

The second definition is:

Oh, do his friends always try to say this to him, that he puts his hoe before his bros, but Sy wouldn’t be Sy if he didn’t glare his friends to an almost death. His lady is not a hoe and obviously she is put on a pedestal, put before anyone else.

At that moment, as he reads the final description, you walk back in, your hair in a bun, only wearing a sweet pink shirt, one he wears a few nights in a row before you leave for tour and your face fresh without any make-up on. ‘What’s with the frown?’ you ask, climbing on the bed, sitting crossed legged between his thick thighs.

‘You really think I’m a simp?’ he asks, sounding poutier than he originally wanted. ‘On national television? Seriously? Darlin’, what do you think my friends will say?’

You tilt your head. ‘What have you been reading?’

He shows you his phone screen and you sigh as you finished it.

‘Honey, honey, honey,’ you coo, ‘I don’t mean it as a bad thing. I meant it that you—with the way you look—do the most endearing things for me, stuff that contrast with your appearance. I never meant it to make you feel bad.’

Now he does feel bad, but not because of the simp comment, but because of your pout. ‘Darlin’, no.’ He gives you a kiss on your forehead and whispers: ‘It’s okay.’

‘No, I called you something you didn’t like. I shouldn’t have done it. I meant it as a term of endearment, not this.’

Sy all of the sudden starts to laugh. ‘Geez, what the hell am I doin’? I’m gettin’ mad at you, my sweetheart, because of some idiot’s definition of the word simp. What the hell, I’m your simp and I’m proud of it.’ He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, peppering your face with kisses.

‘You’re my simp?’ you ask with a giggle. ‘And what about your friends?’

‘I don’t care. I’ll kill them when they call me that. You’re the only one who can call me that.’

You wrinkle your nose. ‘And my fans probably. I’m sorry.’

Sy shrugs. ‘I don’t care. I love you and only you.’

‘I love you too,’ you say, ‘you’re my simp, Sy. Forever and ever.’

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[keanureevesisbae]

Syverson x petite idol gf!reader

Captain Syverson falls for a sweet young lady who has aspirations to become an idol.

Part 1 // Part 2

[keanureevesisbae]

Hi everybody, here is a list of all the drabbles/one shots!

🌸= fluff

💦= smut & 18+

💌 Study Motivation 💦 - finished -

You're swamped with schoolwork, however your professor knows how to take your mind off of things! (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Car Trouble 💦 - finished -

You have a special place in detective Marshall's heart and when you have car trouble, he obviously will help you out. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 a-babygirl-in-august 💦 - finished -

August finds out his girlfriend has a little secret. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Sy and his idol gf 🌸 - finished -

Captain Syverson falls for a sweet young lady who has aspirations to become an idol. (Captain Syverson x fem!reader)

💌 Christmas tree 🌸 - finished -

August Walker has yet to celebrate Christmas with someone, but then you marched into his life and boy, is August in it for a surprise. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Spring break, baby! 💦 - on going -

You are on your first spring break, when you and your friends end up on a yacht and let's just say: the man who owns the yacht, is quite something.

💌 Confession 💦 - on going -

During your job as a hotel maid, you walk in the hotel room, not ready for what you're about the encounter: the hot actor Henry Cavill, who is masturbating

💌 Backstage fun 💦 - finished -

You’re a famous singer and during one of your performances, your eye lands on a handsome security guard.