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Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan (an oblivious one shot)

Summary: Years have gone by. How are Sy, Ivy and four beautiful Syverson girls??

Wordcount: 925

Warnings: None

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Three years ago, Ivy gave birth to a little girl they named Grace. Grace Syverson was a little mini Ivy and the older she got, the more she resembled her mother. 

It hadn’t been an easy pregnancy, as it was rough on Ivy. It pained Sy to see her like that. Sure, he had his worries, his sorrows about it, however he swallowed them because he needed to be strong for Ivy. Strong for his family.

Right after she gave birth to Grace, the feared post party depression didn’t happen. She didn’t run away, like she was so afraid of. She loved the little girl with all her heart, just like the girls all adored Grace and helped out the best they could. It eased Sy’s mind, to see all of his girls so helpful. 

But the truth be told: he had been officially outnumbered by five sassy ladies. With Ivy as the queen of sass, Erin a close second and Aurora and Clover are learning quickly. And little Grace is only three years of age and has the judgmental eyebrow raise and purse of her lips totally mastered. She takes after her mom completely. 

There was just one major difference between Grace and her sisters. While Erin, Aurora and Clover were sassy, they knew exactly when to behave and when to have respect for authority.

Grace not so much. 

And it was clear Ivy didn’t exactly blame her, because the women working at the Pre-K were pretty annoying and had their incapable moments, but Sy kept telling her they needed to tell Grace how to behave, even when she doesn’t agree with something.

But it was so hard to tell that girl off, especially when she’s so darling and cute. Her large brown eyes, her pout and the sweet little waves in her hair. It’s also like Ivy makes his job as being a disciplinarian a whole lot harder, because she dresses Grace in the most adorable dresses, with matching shoes and pigtails.

She does it on purpose, he just knows it.

After a long day of hard work in the sun and a wonderful dinner made by Erin and Aurora, it’s time to go to sleep. The young ones were already put to bed, but after the tiring day he had, Sy is ready to call it quits not long after them.

‘I’m really looking forward to go to the beach tomorrow,’ Ivy says, as she changes into something more comfortable for the night. 

Sy worried about having a sixteen year old as the oldest and a three year old as the youngest, however that was proven to be a useless fear. Erin loved being with her family and Grace adored the presence of her older sisters. ‘Me too,’ he said, already in bed in just his boxers. ‘I take it I have bag sitting duty.’

Ivy smiles and he falls in love all over again. ‘Yes, you do,’ she tells him. ‘Duh.’ She crawls underneath the blankets with him and presses a kiss on his lips. ‘Everything is packed and ready to go?’ Ivy double checks.

He nods. ‘Darlin’, I’ve been in the military long enough to have excellent packing skills.’

‘Hm,’ she says, appearing unimpressed, though it’s just her way of teasing him. 

Thank the universe for AC, because despite it being murdering hot outside, she still wants to curl up against him. ‘Good night, cappie.’

Years have gone by and finally—finally—he can accept the horrendous nickname. ‘Good night,’ he says, after pressing a sweet kiss on her forehead. 

She’s quick to drift asleep. Just like anyone could’ve expected from her, she’s a rowdy sleeper, constantly twisting and turning, kicking him in his sleep. It’s funny really how she only does that around him. When Grace was a baby and slept in between them, Ivy moved so little, Sy checked her pulse on occasion, just to be sure she was still among them. 

When Sy is finally entering dreamland, he hears the door open. Soft little footsteps make their way over to his side of the bed. ‘Papa,’ Grace whispers. Sy and Ivy have no clue why she calls him papa, while the other girls call him dad, but it’s an adorable trait. ‘You up?’

‘Yes, I’m up. What’s wrong, angel?’

‘Can’t sleep.’

He sighs. ‘Why not?’

She leans closer to his ear. ‘I’m scared.’

With one arm he hoists her up in the bed and pulls her in a safe embrace. ‘I’ll protect you,’ he tells her. ‘Papa always protects you, right?’

‘Right?’

Ivy turns to her side, a little bit awake and smiles. ‘Hi darling,’ she says, placing her hand on Grace’s back, who’s curled up on Sy’s chest. She gives the little girl a kiss on her temple, before placing her head on Sy’s shoulder. ‘Scared?’

‘Yes mommy.’

‘I’m so sorry,’ she whispers. ’Good thing papa’s here to protect you.’

‘Papa always protects me,’ Grace whispers, before she drifts off to sleep, as she feels one hundred percent safe in the presence of her parents. 

’She’s so cute,’ Ivy admits. ‘Can’t believe we made her.’

‘One hundred percent me,’ Sy chuckles, though it’s super obvious the little girl totally takes after her mother. The only thing Grace inherited from her dad, is the slight waves in her hair, but other than that: Grace is miniature version of Ivy.

‘Yeah right,’ Ivy mutters, too tired to put up a fight. She places her head on his shoulder and whispers: ‘Good night, my big idiot.’

‘Shut up.’

‘Bye.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan (an oblivious one shot)

Summary: Ivy is expecting, however it comes with a few ups and downs.

Wordcount: 1.4k

Warnings: None

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‘Mom!’ 

Gosh, Erin has a loud shrieking voice, especially when she’s in distress. The hairs in my neck are standing straight up and internally I’m screaming.

‘If this is about an outfit,’ Sy mumbles, ‘she’s your daughter.’ 

‘Shut up,’ I sigh, curling up next to his warm side. ‘If it’s anything other than outfit related, the girl is all yours.’

‘Sure.’

The door opens and I crack an eye open. ‘It’s Sunday, Erin,’ I say, ‘meaning it’s my only day off and I like to sleep in.’

‘Likewise,’ Sy mumbles.

‘It’s an emergency.’

It alerts Sy instantly. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asks, sounding a lot more awake. ‘Everything alright?’

‘I’ve got this text from Teddy and I really need to know how to answer this.’

Sy groans. ‘This one’s yours,’ he says.

‘Outfit troubles were mine,’ I mutter, pushing myself up and rubbing my face. ‘What is the problem, darling?’

Erin walks over to us and plops on the bed. It’s been two years since I officially became their cool aunt, though recently, the girls have been calling me ‘mom’ and Sy ‘dad’. It’s darling and it means they are happy with us. 

‘Thought you were happily dating for almost two years,’ I note. ‘Good grief, what could shake you?’

‘I think he is going to break up with me,’ she says, showing me her phone. ‘Look at the last text he send me.’

CAN’T HANG OUT TODAY. BASEBALL PRACTICE. TOMORROW?

‘Honey, honey,’ I say, ‘he just told you he has baseball practice and he wants to hang out tomorrow. Allow me to remind you it’s Sunday morning.’ I drop back on the mattress. ‘It’s a good thing I love you loads, because otherwise I would’ve kicked your ass.’

She sighs. ‘I’m sorry. It’s our two year anniversary soon. I was just worrying.’ Erin lays down next to me and places her hand on my stomach. ‘How are you feeling today?’ she asks.

‘Well, I am not puking my insides out, so I’m doing alright.’

The door opens and Aurora and Clover want to jump on the bed, however Sy is quick to say: ‘Careful! We’ve got precious cargo on the bed.’

‘We would never hurt the baby,’ Aurora says, crawling on the bed, just like Clover gets in with us too and adds: ‘Duh.’

Getting pregnant wasn’t the plan. I wanted to call it an accident, but Sy told me calling it a surprise might be better and a little less crude. Either way, I am now seventeen weeks pregnant. The bump is not much yet, but I am not even halfway, so plenty of time to develop stretch marks and what not. 

The girls are ecstatic about it, just like Sy is. It was a bit hard for me to accept . I never thought of having a kid, let alone cooking one. Sure, I’m happy about the little one, but there is also this deep fear living inside of me.

‘Come on,’ Sy says, ‘since we’re all up, how about some pancakes as breakfast?’

‘Yes, I’ll help out,’ Erin says, before she presses a kiss on my stomach and the rest of the girls follow suit. The three of them walk out of the bedroom, stumble downstairs (which comes paired with the necessary screams and squeals) and Sy pushes himself up as well. 

‘You okay, babe?’

‘I’m alright.’

He turns to the side. ‘Bad day?’

‘Kinda.’ I sit up straight as well and lean against the headboard. ‘Sometimes I want to walk away from everything,’ I admit. ‘What if I’m a terrible mother?’

‘You’re gonna be a fantastic mom,’ Sy says, ‘because you already are. Come on, the girls love you immensely. I love you immensely. This baby, our baby, will love you to pieces.’

‘What if I get major postpartum depression?’ I ask. ‘What if I walk away?’

‘You’re not,’ he tells me, ‘gonna walk away. If you develop postpartum depression, we’ll get the right help.’ He grabs my hand and gives my fingers a kiss. ‘I love you and I promise I will take good care of you, the girls and the baby.’

‘I love you too,’ I mutter. ‘Can you do me a favor?’

‘Sure.’

‘Take the girls today. I kinda need to be alone.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Alone means driving my purple car to a place far away. It means being by myself in the park a little outside Lubbock. If someone congratulates me once more on my pregnancy whose face I recognize, I’m gonna scream. 

I sit down on a park bench and stare over the little playground, where a few kids are playing, together with their parents. It’s always sweet to reminisce here, I think to myself. I remember taking Clover here when she was a little one. It’s always nice here, very chilled and laid back. Despite wanting to put my mind somewhere other than kids, I still end up here, which probably says enough.

It’s not that I am not happy with the little one growing inside my stomach, but it’s just so scary. I am so afraid to screw up. Taking care of kids that are already here is easy. Taking care of a kid I baked, that is scary.

A woman sits down next to me and when I look to the side, I see she’s on the older side, like she’s a grandmother already or something.  ‘First child?’ the woman asks.

I shrug, placing my hand on my slight protruding stomach. ‘Sorta. It’s a long story, really. First pregnancy though.’

‘I remember when I was pregnant with my first daughter,’ the woman says, a nostalgic smile appearing on her face. ‘I was scared to death.’

‘I can imagine that,’ I say. 

‘It wasn’t planned?’ 

I’m getting real personal real quick here, but this woman resembles a friendly grandma, so I don’t mind. ‘Not really. Kind of scared to screw up.’

‘Oh honey, I remember that feeling,’ she says, letting out a chuckle afterwards. ‘But remember: baby’s are built for parents who have no idea what they are doing.’

‘It’s not particularly that I’m afraid of,’ I say. ‘It’s more the whole idea of not walking away from them.’

She does not seem to understand.

‘I… I myself was put for adoption many many times. I have no idea who my real parents were and ended up in foster care. Now… That won’t happen to this one, but… What if I resemble my parents?’

‘You never know that,’ she says and I must say I appreciate her honesty. ‘You got yourself a good fella?’

‘A very good one,’ I say, the mere idea of Sy causing me to smile widely. 

‘Talk to him. Let him know about what you’re going through. As ugly as it can be, show him.’

‘Why?’

‘Because if he’s a real good fella, he’ll help you through it.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

I thought a lot about what the woman said to me. I have let Sy in, but not the deep stuff. The stuff I’m embarrassed about. I park the car on the driveway and make my way to the porch, when Sy walks out of the front door. He sees my flushed cheeks, as I cried all the way from the playground till I drove back into Lubbock again. ‘Babe, you okay?’ he asks, walking down the stairs of the porch. ‘Talk to me, darling.’

Tears fill up my eyes once again. ‘I’m scared, Sy.’

‘I know,’ he says. ‘I understand.’ He stops in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders. 

‘And I’m really happy at the same time. I love this baby so so much, but I keep thinking I’m going to take after my own parents.’

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he simply nods, giving me a reassuring squeeze. 

‘I know you’ll be here for me, I know you’re going to take good care of me, but… I can’t help but wonder… What is going to happen to me?’

‘Nothing bad on my watch,’ he says without even thinking about it for a second. ‘Babe, I love you so much and I will take such good care of you.’ One hand travels to my belly and he whispers: ‘You’re not alone and never will be, okay?’

‘I know that,’ I whisper. ’Sy… I love you a lot. Even if you annoy me around ninety percent of the time and you’re quite disgusting from time to time.’

Sy chuckles. ‘I love you more, even though you kick me every night a few times.’ He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his chest. ‘I’m going to be here for you, okay?’

I close my eyes, as I tightly snake my arms around his neck. ‘Okay.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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oblivious - epilogue

Summary: How are the Syverson's and cool aunt Ivy holding up?

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: x

Warning: None

A/N: Thank you so much for everyone who has been following this story from the beginning. I really loved your responses and to say these characters have changed my life, is an understatement. I love you 😘

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6 months later

If you would’ve told me a year ago, I’d be working with a fucking planner, I’d laughed right in your face. Ivy Sullivan had it all memorized in her head. Who needs a planner when you have my brain?

Well, I do now, because I’ve got a lot to remember these days and relying on just my fantastic brain and its memory, isn’t good enough for me anymore. I’ve got PTA meetings, cupcake bake sales and my own job.

A lot has changed. After Sy told me he was in love with me, he’s trying his hardest for the four of us and totally proving to me he indeed only needed one chance. He’s thoughtful, he’s doing his best to be kind and patient and the effort is duly noted by me and the girls.

Thankfully my back is like it used to be and I’m working in the gym again. The process was slow, but Sy was right there to help me when I thought I could do it, but in reality couldn’t. He was sweet, patient and always rewarded me with a playful insult and a kiss.

Life is pretty crazy, come to think of it. There were bumps in the roads I barely managed to pass, when already another ginormous hill was awaiting for me. And now… My life is mellow. It’s relaxed, even when I gained three young girls with it and they have been testing me, which is only natural. Thankfully, it’s nothing I cannot master. They thought they could outsmart their uncle—and most of the times, they were correct—but they have yet to outthink me and knowing what I’ve done back in the days, I can tell they are never gonna be as smooth and slick as I was, being able to get whatever I wanted.

There must be some sort of difference between us.

I lean back in the drivers seat of my purple car, thinking about what I can do now. I’m quick to make a plan, because I drive to Sy’s construction site. The girls are all in school and I haven’t really been spending time with Sy alone. Never in a million years did I think I would yearn for alone time with Sy.

The drive is quick, mostly because I apparently have awful driving skills, according to my boyfriend. I personally think he is a wimp, however he begs to differ.

I pull up in front of the site, ignoring Sy’s slightly perverted friends, though they have formally apologized a few weeks back. ‘Yo stinky dip shit,’ I yell out of my open window, causing Sy to bark out a loud laugh.

‘What?’ he yells back.

‘Get in, loser, we’re going shopping,’ I try to say with a serious expression, however I burst into laughs as well when Sy rolls his eyes at me, in utter disbelieve I am literally quoting Mean Girls, the movie Erin, Sy and me watched last weekend. ‘Come on.’

‘Yeah, yeah, yeah,’ he says, grabbing his stuff. When he nears the car, wearing the delicious cargo pants and a red shirt combo, he places his hand on the roof of the car, leaning over to the window. ‘Why are you here?’

‘Because I like to spend some alone time with my hot and greasy boyfriend.’ I can’t stop myself but wink at him. ‘Or… Or do you want to continue working?’

‘Sweetcheeks, I don’t wanna continue working and I’d like to spend some alone time with my sweaty girlfriend.’

I pinch his nipple, causing him to let out a deep groan. ‘I am not sweaty. Besides, you’re the last one to talk, mister wet patches underneath his armpits.’

‘It’s hot outside, darling,’ he chuckles. ‘Can’t help it.’

He walks around the car and gets in. When his weirdo friends all wave at me, I hold up my hand, slowly but surely trucing with them, because I cannot stay mad at them forever, simply because they kept gawking at me.

I lean over to the passengers seat, giving Sy a long kiss on his lips. ‘I love you,’ I whisper. ‘Your place or my place?’

‘Your place,’ he says, pecking my lips once more. ‘And I love you more.’

Despite us being always together, we do still have our separate places. Sy and his friends have rebuild mine, made it even better than it was before, but both Sy and me need to take a break from the entire situation every now and then. Three girls are wonderful, but they can also be a handful. Sometimes we need to vent, to scream and that’s better to do without them being able to hear. Besides, the girls and I have this tradition, where one of them sleeps with me at my place and we get to spend some alone time together. I personally think it’s good to not see them as ‘The three Syverson girls’ but as individuals. No matter how much they are alike, they’re still unique and need special attention.

‘Seatbelt on?’ I ask.

‘Almost, I just— Fuck, Ivy!’ he screams, as I drive off, maybe using an illegal amount of speed and leaving skid marks behind. ‘We have responsibilities!’

‘Come on, you don’t think I know that?’

In less than a few minutes, I park on my driveway and Sy and I both get out, a shit eating grin plastered on our faces. The front door closes and on our way upstairs, we both shred out of our sweaty clothes, our lips barely letting go of one another. I can’t help but squeal when he hoists me up in his arms, making his way to the bathroom. He turns on the showers and the little shit he is, places me in the shower cabinet while the streams of water are icy cold.

‘Oh, you jerk!’ I scream, slapping his chest, trying to get out of the shower, but fail miserably. No matter how much I train, how long I’m trying to gain some muscles, the battle Ivy vs Sy is one easily won by him.

The water is a little bit warmer, before he gets in the cabin with me. ‘Did you just call me a jerk?’

I snort. ‘Maybe,’ I say. ‘But you kinda are a jerk.’

‘Payback for driving like a mad woman.’

‘Do you wanna have sex with me or not?’ I retort. ‘Because, if you do, you have to admit you’re a jerk and I do not deserve payback for my excellent driving skills.’

Sy chuckles. ‘My my, woman,’ he says, ‘you really not giving me this payback?’

‘Nope.’

He nods with a smirk. ‘Good thing I love ya quite a lot then,’ he says, before pressing a gentle kiss on my lips, ‘because I really wanna have sex with you.’

‘Then say it.’

‘I’m a jerk,’ he says, ‘and you drive perfectly fine.’

‘Not quite as believable as I wanted, but I’ll take it for now.’

‘Minx.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Sy and I are sitting on the little stairs of our porch, watching the Syverson girls play with the puppy of our neighbors. They are absolutely smitten with the little four legged buddy and I can already feel the question in the air: ‘Can we have one too?’ paired with large doe like eyes and pleading sounds from their pouty lips.

That’s gonna be very hard to say no to.

‘He is kinda cute,’ I say.

‘And a lot of work,’ Sy says to me, already knowing what I’m implying. ‘Puppies are a lot of work.’

‘I know, I know, but… Maybe we can go to the pound.’

‘The pound?’ he asks. ‘You want a dog?’

‘I kinda want to. Come on, think about it: a lovely dog who can follow around as we work, who can sleep with the girls when they are afraid.’ I smile. ‘Doesn’t that sound wonderful?’

He sighs deeply, obviously wanting to say something responsible, however he can’t seem to think of something. ‘Don’t tell the girls,’ he says, ‘but you and I can look for a little hairy dog.’

I let out a soft squeal. ‘Sy, you big softie.’

‘Ai,’ he says, placing his hand on his heart, ‘why are you calling me softie?’

‘Because you are.’ I press a kiss on his cheek. ‘I love you, big bear.’

He nods. ‘I love you too.’

‘Uncle Sy,’ Aurora asks, the first one to rush over to us. ‘Can we please have a doggy?’

He groans. ‘Really? That question again?’

‘Pretty please.’ Aurora is the first one who pouts and folds her little hands together.

I lean back on my arms, watching Erin and Clover walking over to us as well. ‘Oh, honey,’ I say to Sy, ‘don’t look at those sweet eyes, because you might actually say yes.’

Sy glares at me. ‘I’ll think about it.’

Erin’s eyes widen. ‘You think about it? That’s more than you otherwise say.’ She looks over to me and our smart girl seems to figure it out immediately, just like she always seems to figure everything out. I shake my head a little, causing her to smile, but she keeps her mouth shut. ‘Can I ask you two something?’

‘Sure thing,’ Sy says, as Aurora takes place on his thigh. They’re all getting pretty clingy to the both of us, however I love it. These girls are, despite everything that happened to them, growing up to be fine young ladies. I am so proud of them and I know their parents are looking down on them, equally proud of their girls and their kinda stupid brother Sy, who is becoming better at taking care of them by the day.

Clover plops on my lap and I press a kiss on the crown of her head.

‘Can I hang out with Teddy?’ she asks.

‘Where?’

‘At the mall,’ Erin says. ‘It’s not just me and Teddy. Melanie’s mom is picking me up and there are gonna be some other kids. We’re probably gonna check out the arcade and get some milkshakes. Afterwards, I can drive with Melanie and her mom again. I’ll be home before dinner, I promise.’

Sounds like she thought about it. ‘It’s fine with me,’ I say, knowing damn well how she and Teddy are dancing around each other. When I picked her up the other day to go to the dentist, sweet little Teddy walked her all the way to the car, giving her a hug and telling her the dentist isn’t really that scary.

The damn kid was even polite and introduced himself to me. I really like him and all of the sudden start believing in high school romance.

Sy doesn’t want to say yes, however he says: ‘Be home before dinner and give me Melanie’s mom’s number.’

‘Will do.’ She claps her hands excitingly, before she rushes over to us, pecking both our cheeks. ‘I’m gonna change. I need to look good!’

‘Sure thing,’ I chuckle, watching her disappear inside. ‘Mature of you to say yes.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘I can’t say no,’ he says, ‘because Teddy is a sweet kid. Kinda hate it.’

‘Ivy!’ I hear in a pretty impatient tone behind me and I look over my shoulder, seeing Erin standing there. ‘Why are you here?’

‘Where should I be?’

‘With me. I need your help with my outfit.’ She rolls her eyes in a likely matter as Sy just did. They look a lot alike. ‘Duh.’

I place Clover on Sy’s lap. ‘Okay, okay,’ I say, ‘drama queen.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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oblivious - c.1

Summary: Ivy Sullivan not only meets her new neighbor Erin, she finally discovers what the name of her grumpy neighbor is.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warning: Mentions of parents who passed away

Masterlist // Oblivious masterlist // Previous chapter

When I was younger, it was often said that I had too much energy. I honestly don’t think there is a thing such as ‘too much energy’, especially not with children. Besides, maybe the other kids I was surrounded by were just borderline comatose and couldn’t keep up with me and that, my dear friends, is simply not my fault.

Working at the local gym as both a personal trainer, pilates instructor, HIIT trainer and the body combat instructor, means I get plenty of exercise in on a daily basis and also have an outlet for my apparently excessive energy level I still have.

By the time I get home from my day at work, I quickly take a shower and change into one of my billion sports sets. Having a job that requires a lot of athleisure, makes me nearly forget I have to buy clothes consisting of jeans, blouses and dresses.

I mean, I have to be a little bit presentable from time to time.

The move to Lubbock, Texas was an odd one, I agree, but there was no way I’d stay one more second in my hometown: Denver, Colorado.

At least the place I should call home, but never quite got to.

From the minute I was born, it was evident my parents didn’t want me. At least, their families didn’t want me. They were teen parents and had to give me up. They went across state lines, dumped me into the system and from that moment on I was stuck in the damn system.

But, the woman who handled my case was always positive. Every time I was adopted, she told me that this could be it. I got adopted three times, but was returned very quickly because the families and I weren’t a match. I was too much for them and they couldn’t deal with me.

It was okay, because I hated getting attached to people and going from foster place to foster place was more my thing. Okay, that isn’t true, but not attaching to people became a comfortable normal for me.

I grab my watering can, fill it with water and decide to water my plants. Sure, I’d like to watch a movie as I’m preparing dinner, but the flowers and plants look very very sad in my front yard and it made me feel bad.

I walk outside and as I’m watering some plants, I see a girl with light brown hairs strolling in the middle of the road. It’s kinda late for a young girl to be wandering outside. ‘Hey, little one,’ I say from my porch and she looks up. ‘What on earth you doing here? It’s late.’

‘Sorry miss,’ she sniffles. Oh no, is she crying?

I place the watering can on the ground. ‘You okay?’

She walks over to the sidewalk and shakes her head. ‘No, I hate my life.’

Oh dear, she is already in that puberty phase? I was sixteen when I came to the conclusion that my life pretty much sucked, but how old is this girl? Twelve tops.

‘Why do you hate your life?’ I ask her.

She takes a deep sigh and says: ‘Well, my parents died four weeks ago, my stupid uncle now has to take care of me and my sisters and he hates taking care of us.’

Okay, reasons enough to hate her life, I’ll give her that. Poor thing. ‘Damn,’ I mumble, before realizing it isn’t a wise idea to say “damn” in front of a preteen. I remember when I was her age, if not younger, and I knew my fair share of—and I quote—“bad words”. I got in tons of trouble. I pretend I didn’t just say “damn” and walk over to her to say: ‘Why are you wandering around at this hour? I honestly hate to be that type of woman, but it’s rather unsafe for you to walk around this time. I mean, something barely happens here, but leave it for now that—’

Maybe, I shouldn’t be talking about serial killers and rapists to a young girl. Especially since she is still so young. The fact I knew about this way too soon in my life, doesn’t mean I need to tell her all the ins and outs of awful people right here on my lawn.

‘You know, forget about that. Let me get you home. Where do you live?’

‘Down the road,’ she says. ‘A few doors over.’

‘Really?’

She nods. ‘Number 124.’

Wait a minute, I think I know who her stupid uncle is. This son of a bitch literally drove his truck passed my house a few months back, when I was moving and he didn’t even offer his help after he gawked at me. The other day I saw him, with a figurative thunder storm roaring above his head, so I kinda get it when the girl says he is her stupid uncle and I’m not surprised he hates taking care of her and her sisters.

He looks like a jerk.

‘Okay, well, let me get you home,’ I say. ‘It’s getting later and he must be worried.’

She scoffs. ‘As if.’

Okay, she is not moving and while I spend my fair share of time in a gym, I don’t know if I can drag a recalcitrant girl her height all the way down the road. ‘What’s your name?’ I ask her instead.

‘I’m Erin.’

‘That’s a cute name. I’m Ivy,’ I say. I look at my Apple Watch and suggest: ‘How about you come in? I can offer you a drink, something to eat, maybe a jacket and after that we start walking towards your place?’

Her eyes start to sparkle. ‘Really?’

‘Really, Erin,’ I say with a smile and together we walk inside.

She sits down at my bar and looks around. ‘You have a lovely home, miss Ivy.’

‘Thank you, darling.’ This is the first house I actually own myself and don’t have to share with sleazy figures and a hallway rat family. I love off white, some blush pink and tons of accessories. I maybe went a tad bit overboard, but it’s my house, so I don’t care about other people’s opinions.

Though Erin saying I have a lovely home, does strike a cord.

I grab a water bottle from the fridge and give her a heads up to catch it. Her reflexes are better than I expected, because she catches it out of the air. ‘Nice.’ I grab a chocolate bar and sit on the other side of the bar. ‘Okay, now tell me: why do you hate your life and why did you walk away from home?’

‘It’s not my home,’ she bites back.

‘You want some chocolate?’ I ask her and she nods. ‘Then watch your tone.’

She nods again. ‘Sorry. It’s just that my uncle is being super unfair. He constantly tells me that I have to help him, like I’m some sort of second mom, which I’m not.’

‘Clearly,’ I say. ‘So, lemme get this straight: your parents die—which I’m really sorry to hear—and then your uncle has to take care of you and your sisters?’

Erin nods. ‘Yeah. He’s my dad’s brother.’

‘And I take it that you aren’t close to him?’

‘No, he has been in the military since way before I was born. I hardly know him.’

‘Must be hard then,’ I say, ‘losing your parents, moving in with some random uncle you don’t know.’

‘Exactly,’ Erin exclaims, ‘and now I’m like a second mom to my sisters, which I never had to be when my parents were still alive.’

‘Your uncle got a wife?’

Erin cocks an eyebrow and I quickly roll my eyes.

‘No, not like that. It’s more because I’m wondering if he or someone close to him has experience with taking care of kids. Usually that’s a wife, which is kinda sexist, I now realize.’

She shakes her head. ‘But what has that to do with anything?’

‘Well,’ I say, ‘maybe he is figuring out how to take care of you and your sisters. I mean, you told me he was in the military. I don’t think he has a lot of experience in dealing with young kids. How old are your sisters?’

‘Six and three.’

Oh, isn’t that absolutely darling? I shrug. ‘Some people are not born to be educators nor parents. Really, some people are absolutely clueless and I’m betting a lot of money that your uncle is one.’

‘But he is an adult,’ Erin says. ‘Shouldn’t he get his act together?’

I break a piece of chocolate, pushing it in the middle. ‘Maybe, but you know: he lost your parents too and now he has to take care of three young girls. That’s a bit of a change, going from military to parent basically.’

‘Are you taking his side?’

Erin has mastered the bitchy tone again, so I cock my eyebrow. ‘What did I say to you about that tone, missy?’

‘Sorry,’ she says, before she sighs deeply. ‘But, are you? Taking his side?’

‘No, honey, I’m trying to humanize him for you a little bit. Maybe instead of running away, you should talk to him. Tell him how you feel.’

‘I tried,’ Erin says, ‘but that never works. He barely listens to me, except when I say something he doesn’t like. Then all of the sudden he listens to me.’

This girl got it all figured out and that I applaud.

‘Men can be like that,’ I say. ‘It’s annoying, I agree.’

She smiles. ‘Can I ask you something else?’

I nod.

‘You have a boyfriend?’

That is indeed totally something else. I can’t stop my laugh, as I shake my head. ‘No, I don’t.’

‘So, I take it you don’t have kids?’

I shake my head again. ‘Nope, don’t have that either.’

‘Then why do you know so much about kids and parents then? Your advice, it seemed so, teacher like.’

I start to smile. ‘Well, I’m not a teacher nor a parent. Grew up around a lot of kids.’

‘How so? You have a lot of siblings?’ Her eyes seem to sparkle again and I almost say that I do have a lot of siblings.

But on the other hand, maybe I shouldn’t beat around the bush. Maybe I’ll see her again and then I have to confess I lied to her. ‘I grew up in foster care,’ I say. ‘Was adopted a few times, returned the same amount of times and after a while, you’re too old to be adopted, because people want babies. So, I was in foster care with a lot of other kids.’

‘That must’ve been hard,’ Erin says.

I nod. ‘It was, but you know what it taught me?’

She shakes her head.

‘That some people are born parents, some people learn to be parents and some are just plain unfit. Your uncle might not be a born parent, but there is a possibility that he can learn to be. It’s unfair to you and your sisters of course that you are going to face some, if not all of his mistakes and hurtful words, but these things take time. He wasn’t a parent and now all of the sudden he is. He hasn’t gotten time to adjust to this idea, like others. He is gifted three girls out of the blue.’

She takes a bite of the chocolate. ‘You know, you’re like an old lady trapped in a young woman’s body.’

I start to laugh. ‘Oh, aren’t you hilarious. I’ve been giving you water, feeding you chocolate and that is how you thank me?’

She chuckles. ‘Thank you, miss Ivy.’

‘Of course, kid. I’m just glad you’re able to smile again and if my old lady advice helped, then I’ll just take it. Okay, now it’s time for you to go home and because I’m a lovely and caring woman, I’ll walk you there myself.’

Erin nods. ‘Miss Ivy, can I ask you something?’

‘Sure thing, Erin.’

‘Can I hang out with you from time to time? I… I sometimes need to get my mind ordered and I feel like you could help me. Me being here could help me.’

I smile, especially when she hooks her arm through mine when I stand next to her. ‘Sure, I work though, so you have to check if I’m home or not, okay?’

‘What do you do for work?’ she asks when we walk out of the door.

‘I’m an instructor at the gym close by. I teach yoga, HIT training and sometimes do a little bit of personal training if someone needs my help.’

‘That’s so cool,’ she says. ‘You’re cool.’

‘Oh, honey, you’re flattering me.’

The walk to her house is literally two minutes. I walk up the porch, nearly dragging the young girl with me. ‘No, no, no, no,’ I say, ‘I gave you shelter for the time being, food and drinks and great old lady advice. Now you get your tush right here.’

‘I hate you,’ she says, but she is not serious. I like how she’s comfortable with me already. I already know I’m great with kids, but for years I barely was around them, because I did courses, worked a lot and didn’t have friends who had kids.

I knock on the door, when I find out that she doesn’t have a key. The door opens and the man I had in mind when she described him to me, is indeed her uncle. ‘Hello,’ I say, ‘I’m here to hand you back your niece.’

‘Where have you been?’

Okay, once a military man, always a military man. I’ve been adopted once by a former military couple and boy, did they not know how to take care of me.

‘Out,’ she grumbles.

‘Damn it, Erin, what have I told you?’

I now know I can say damn in front of Erin. Don’t know if that’s good, but still, I now can. ‘Don’t worry, she was at my place.’

‘Get inside.’

Okay, he is totally ignoring me. Piece of shit. ‘I think we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Ivy, I live down the road and—’

‘Yeah, sure,’ he says, not sparing me a look. ‘Go to your room.’

I roll my eyes again and I look over at Erin. She simply nods. ‘Bye Ivy,’ she says.

‘Bye Erin.’ I look at her uncle and say: ‘Be kind to her.’

He ignores me, which I’m not surprised at, but he spares me one look, before closing the door behind him.

Son of a bitch.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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oblivious - part 8

Summary: Sy wants to tell Ivy something, but not with a little bit of help from Erin

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan Wordcount: 2.6k Warning: None Masterlist // Oblivious masterlist //

It’s been a week since Ivy moved in and she made the necessary changes—as expected. Her influences are all over the house and she has been baking so many sweet goods and just food in general. She hangs up the drawings the girls make on the fridge and Erin’s essay which earned her an A is right next to it. It starts to feel like a home now.

Her back is becoming stronger now, as she does light exercises to strengthen her muscles again, however she still needs help getting in and out of bed, the car and off the couch. The girls have shown how much they have grown and care about each other and Ivy.

But something is eating Sy alive. He is so falling for her, head first, and it’s not even funny anymore. Every time he and the guys are working on her place (which is really moving along), he keeps on looking over to his own house, hoping to see Ivy sitting there. And sometimes she is, but she’s either sleeping or reading or on her phone. Sometimes she’s actively watching, waving to them and with the help of the girls, she brings them all something to drink.

While she makes it perfectly clear she doesn’t really like his friends, she is grateful they are helping with her house.

And then she shows off her smile she’s been reserving for him, only for Sy. Her smile is wide, reaches her eyes and she’s so incredibly beautiful when she does so. He never wants her to stop.

He is sitting at the kitchen island and watches how she’s reading a story to Aurora and Clover. The girls are leaning against her side, careful not to hurt her. ‘You want something to drink, sweethearts?’ she asks.

The two of them nods, so she wants to push herself up, but coming from that deep in the couch, she experiences a little trouble. Sy is quick to move up to her, telling her to stay put. ‘Ivy, Ivy, don’t.’

‘I want to.’

‘Then let me help you,’ he says.

She doesn’t want to say yes, but then she nods and he places his hands on her arms, helping her up. He can see the tears in her eyes, but she blinks them away. ‘Thanks.’

‘You’ve got this?’

She nods. ‘I do.’

‘Maybe not sit there anymore,’ he says, a smirk toying on his face.

She glares at him, but then she smacks him in the stomach. ‘Thanks, Einstein, could never have figured that out on my own.’

He watches her go to the kitchen, followed by the footsteps of Aurora and Clover. ‘You manage?’

‘Always and otherwise I have a little girl whose scream can be heard on the other side of our little town.’ Ivy chuckles. ‘I’ve got this,’ she says, almost like she says it to put him at ease, ‘I’ve got to have this in the future.’

He nods and walks out of the living room. He goes upstairs, to Erin’s room where she’s doing her homework. After he knocked on her door and walked in after she told him to come in, he says: ‘Erin, I kinda need your help.’

‘With telling Ivy you love her?’ Erin closes the book, before she sits up straighter on her bed. ‘I figured you needed my help eventually, since you’re oblivious and a total noob.’ Before he can tell her to watch her her mouth, she says: ‘Close the door, so I can tell you my plan.’

‘You made a plan?’ he asks, as he closes the door, remaining a little dumbfounded. ‘How did you know?’

‘You think I am blind?’ Erin asks, cocking an eyebrow. ‘She’s also totally in love with you, but as issues showing it. She’s not really a relationship type of girl, just like you hate relationships too. However, since you are both yearning for love, I’m here to help you.’

Sy frowns. ‘Really?’

‘I have had long talks with Ivy way before you were showing how much you liked her, so yes, I can help you. You want my help or be a failure and come up with something unromantic yourself?’

He pushes her on the mattress and she lets out a chuckle. ‘I need your help, kid, so drop the attitude and help me out.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

So, the plan consisted of a few steps. Step one, Erin and the girls would take Ivy shopping. Step two, Sy would fix himself up a bit, which meant getting his beard a little groomed, because he let it get a bit crazy and dress up a bit. He has managed to find a white blouse, some slacks and a pair of shoes that look sorta presentable and aren’t covered with mud.

The door opens and he hears the giggles of the girls and Ivy. He stands in the middle of living room when the four of them walk in. It must be quite the sight, because Ivy has a deep frown between her brows. ‘What’s this?’ Ivy asks with a frown. ‘You look— you look— Good, I guess.’

He looks at Erin, because he doesn’t quite know how to say it. His niece nods and says: ‘He’s taking you out tonight, hence the reason we took you shopping.’

‘Why is he— why are you taking me out?’

‘To thank you,’ Sy says slightly unsure, wiping his hands on his slacks. ‘I’ve got something planned, including a babysitter.’

Ivy purses her lips together. ‘Okay,’ she says, visibly impressed, ‘I’ll go change. Erin, walk with me.’

While those two disappear and head upstairs, Aurora and Clover look at him. ‘Ivy bought a very beautiful dress,’ Aurora says.

Sy nods, not knowing how to respond to that.

‘Kiss?’ Clover asks and with just one word, she got him blushing.

He clears his throat. ‘No, no, Clover, I’m gonna thank her for everything she’s done for us. So no kiss.’

Aurora might be young, but from the looks of it, she isn’t buying it. She’s getting quite the attitude. He hears Erin and Ivy laugh from upstairs and when it’s obvious the other girls wanna join the fun too, he nonverbally tells them to go up. While they rush upstairs, he grabs his phone, to send Jason a message.

Sy: Just do me a favor, okay?

Sy: Wish me luck.

Jason: Sure…

Jason: Good luck?

Jason: Why though?

Sy: Taking Ivy out

Jason: FUCKING SERIOUS, BRO?

Jason: THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME BRO

Jason: Don’t worry, you got it

Jason: She likes you too

Sy: We’ll see bout that

Jason: No man, it’s obvious

Jason: She has a polite smile, I’ve seen her do it at the gym a lot

Jason: A slightly condescending one, I’ve been on the receiving end of that one multiple times

Jason: And a very special one, especially reserved for you

Jason: You got this, man

The girls all stumble down the stairs and they look so happy when they stand in front of him. ‘She looks beautiful,’ Aurora says.

‘Ivy pretty,’ Clover adds.

Erin smiles. ‘Don’t screw this up,’ she tells him. ’I urge you not to.’

Ivy walks down the stairs and Sy lets his hand run over his short hairs. She looks absolutely stunning. He has never seen her wear a dress, let alone a blue one that brings out the best of her features.

‘Wow,’ Sy says.

She stops in her tracks. ‘Is that a good wow or do I need to change?’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s a good wow.’ He walks up to her and holds out his hand. She takes it and stands on the ground on white sneakers.

‘I wished my back would’ve allowed it, but I can’t wear heels just yet.’

‘Then you owe me that for another time.’ Sy is impressed with how smooth that was, because he seems to be a talking mess when he’s in front of Ivy. Let this be a little preview of the rest of tonight.

She smiles, before rolling her eyes.

‘You go,’ Erin says, ‘I’ve got this covered. Miss Sue from next door will come over here in five minutes.’

Sy shakes his head. ‘No way, missy, we’re waiting until miss Sue is here.’

Much to her delight, the doorbell rings and by the impatient knocking, it’s miss Sue. ‘Oh, darlin’, you look breathtakingly gorgeous,’ miss Sue says to Ivy.

‘Thank you, ma’am,’ she says. ‘You girls behave.’

‘We will,’ they say in unison and Sy looks over at Erin one more time, who gives him an encouraging nod. They walk towards the front door and Sy helps Ivy from the stairs of the porch. He also helps her with getting in the car and once he is sitting in the driver’s seat, he looks to the side.

‘What?’ Ivy asks.

‘Nothing,’ he says. ‘I hope you liked what I had planned.’

She chuckles. ‘I feel like Erin had a say in this and she hit the nail on the head with the puppy cuddling.’

‘She indeed had a say in this. In all fairness, this was totally her doing.’

‘Figured.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Erin had the grand idea to go to the local diner. She told him Ivy always wanted to go there with someone, share a milkshake and some unhealthy sweets, like strawberry shortcake. He had called prior and he was guaranteed the best seats of the house.

The two of them are seated across from each other and because he had already given the order through the phone when he sorta made reservations, they are now waiting for the strawberry milkshake and the shortcake, though she has no idea.

‘The house is coming along very well,’ Ivy says, looking absolutely ethereal. She runs her fingers through her straight black hair and smiles. ‘Is it gonna look the same, exterior wise?’

‘Pretty much,’ Sy confesses, ‘though I’ve made some small adjustments.’

‘Do you think I’ll like it?’

‘I hope so,’ he says, ‘because otherwise you’ll never let go about it.’

She shrugs, before she chuckles. ‘True.’ She looks around and says: ‘I’ve always wanted to go here. Can’t believe I’m here with you.’

‘Why not?’

‘Two reasons: one, I thought you didn’t really want to be seen with me and two, because you know… everyone in Lubbock wants you.’

‘That’s not true.’

She glares at him. ‘Sy, don’t be stupid. You know how wanted you are.’

‘Do you know you are too?’

She shakes her head. ‘Don’t change the subject. Tell me, why haven’t you ever… Ever went on a date with anyone here?’

Because no one is like you. ‘Because,’ he says, ‘I am not interested in them.’

’I see,’ she says.

The waiter walks up their table and places down the milkshake and strawberry shortcake. ’Enjoy,’ he says with a smile.

Sy looks over at Ivy, whose eyes have lit up. ‘Oh my, this is so cool. I’ve always wanted to do this!’ She looks at the strawberry milkshake and the two straws. ‘Come,’ she says. ‘Sit next to me.’

‘What?’

‘Sit next to me,’ she says again. ‘I can’t lean over the table.’ She pats the seat next to her and Sy is quick to take place where she wants. ‘You know, you’re the first one I’m gonna share a milkshake with. I remember one time, when I was adopted for the second time I believe, I saw a picture in a magazine they had. They really liked those old school kinda magazines, and pictures around the house, you know. So I saw a picture of a couple who shared a milkshake and I’ve always wanted to do that with someone.’

‘And you mind it’s with me?’

‘No.’

He feels a bubble of confidence and he knows if he doesn’t do anything, he’ll probably can never muster up that same confidence again.

‘Ivy,’ he says, ‘I’ve got to say something.’

She nods. ‘Okay.’

‘This date… It’s not just to thank you. I mean, I do want to thank you, because you have been so good to me and the girls.’

She smiles. ‘It’s my pleasure, Sy.’

‘But… It’s also because I wanted to tell you… I’m falling in love with you.’

That takes Ivy by surprise, because her eyes are widened. ‘No,’ she then says, ‘you’re not.’

He was not expecting that answer. ‘Ivy, I am,’ he says. ‘You have no idea. I have never felt about anyone in my life, like I feel for you. I saw how much Caleb and Loretta loved one another and I remember thinking: I would never be able to feel like that. But then I met you and sure, I despised you at first, but then I realized that… I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.’

Tears have filled her eyes and she shakes her head again. ‘No, Sy, that’s not true. One day, you’ll get sick of me.’

Sy scoffs. ‘Nonsense.’

‘Everyone in my life has gotten sick of me and one day you will too.’

He shakes his head, realizing scoffing isn’t gonna change her mind—being sympathetic about her childhood, the fears and traumas will. ‘No, no, no’ he says. ‘Please, Ivy. Listen to me, I am in love with you, only you and no one else. I’m not like them. I’m not gonna ask a refund whenever you do something I don’t like. I want you as you are. Please, Ivy, give me, give us a chance.’

‘A chance?’ she whispers. ‘Why?’

‘Because I can show you how much deep all of it is, how much you mean to me and I never ever ever want to lose you. One chance is all I need.’

She clenches her jaw. ‘One chance is all you need?’

He feverishly nods.

‘One chance, Sy. It’s all I can afford.’

‘And it’s all I need,’ he tells her.

She clears her throat and telling from her darting eyes, she is thinking of her next move. ‘Take a sip of the milkshake,’ she says. ‘Now.’

‘Yes ma’am,’ he laughs and together they take a sip of the milkshake. He looks her right in the eye and despite the left over tears, she is smiling. After a sip from their milkshake, she grabs him by his tie and pulls him in for a kiss. He is taken aback, not knowing she’d go for it in this manner, but he is quick to melt his lips against hers. He deepens the kiss he so longed for.

‘You don’t have to sleep on the couch anymore,’ she says against his lips. ‘As long as you don’t feel me up, like your pervert friends would do.’

He chuckles. ‘I promise I won’t.’

‘Just remember, I can’t promise I won’t do anything stupid. I’m so used of pushing people away.’

‘We’ll manage, Ivy Sullivan. We will manage.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Ivy holds his hand in hers, as they walk towards the porch. The rest of the date, they spend laughing, hugging and lots of kissing. Never had Sy let down his guards as much as he did with her and he realized he cannot possibly ever let Ivy go. She’s one of kind. She is the woman he unknowingly waited for all his life.

The door opens and the three girls are waiting for them. All are clothed in their pajamas. ‘Is Ivy our auntie now?’ Aurora asks.

Sy squeezes Ivy’s hand. ‘I think so. You should ask her.’

Aurora looks to Ivy, who lets out a laugh. ‘I am,’ she says. ‘But remember, I’m no regular aunt. I’m a cool aunt, capice?’

Clover cheers. ‘Cool Auntie Ivy.’

As the little ones are hugging Ivy, Erin walks up to Sy. ‘Erin,’ he says, ‘thank you. For everything.’

‘Not a problem.’ Erin wraps her arms around his waist. It’s the first time she hugs him, but after Ivy moved in with them, she warmed up to him. ‘Besides, it was mostly for me anyway. Now I’ve got myself a cool aunt.’

‘Sorry to butt in,’ Miss Sue says. ‘How about I take a picture of y’all? This is a pretty memorable moment, I believe.’

Erin hands the camera to her and they all stand on the porch. They wrestle a bit who can stand where. Sy places his hand on the small of Ivy’s back. He cannot believe he is surrounded by four women who have changed his life forever.

‘Alright,’ miss Sue says, ‘say: Ivy is the best!’

‘Ivy is the best!’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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‘We’ve got a little bleeding incident,’ he says.

She frowns. ‘Like a nosebleed?’

‘No, not like a nosebleed.’

It takes her a few moments, but then she seems to get it. ‘Period?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And you’re freaking out, because…?’

‘Because Erin is freaking out. I brought her a tampon and—’

‘Goodness gracious, Sy,’ Ivy exclaims. ‘Tampons? Seriously? You scared her with those? Pads, you doofus. Always go for pads.’

Did she just call him doofus? That’s a long time ago since that happened. ‘What?’

‘You don’t go for tampons when you first have your period. Men.’

oblivious by keanureevesisbae

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oblivious - c.6

Summary: Erin Syverson has her own take on the uncle Sy and Ivy situation...

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warning: None

Masterlist // Oblivious masterlist // Previous chapter

Erin's POV

When I first met Ivy, I kid you not when I say I thought she was a gift sent in from above. After everything me and my sisters had gone through, she was the first great thing that came on our path. Losing our parents, having to move in with our absent uncle Sy and going back to school in an entirely different county?

It was rough, it was terrible, especially because I also became some sort of second mom to my sisters, a role I never had prior to my parents’ death.

But thankfully there she was. The woman I desperately needed, cause otherwise I might’ve gone absolutely mad and who knows what I would’ve done.

Ivy reminded me of my mom. She’s funny, kind. Ivy’s just a little bit younger and a little less serious like my mom used to be. It’s nice though, to be around someone who experienced loss, knew about life and its difficulties and especially wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

Turns out, I desperately needed her. She stood up for us and told uncle Sy off, never blinking any bit faster and never showing any fear. I think that took uncle Sy by surprise, but it also made him realize how much he needed her, because she’s important to all of us.

I can see it in his eyes, but he would never admit out loud how deeply he cares about her.

When I got my first period, she was there to help me. When I told her I liked Teddy, she has been nothing but supportive about it. She’s an excellent baker, really great with my younger sisters and a real shoulder to lean on.

While uncle Sy is pushing away his feelings for her and they even had a little argument—though no one told me about it, but I felt something going on between them—I realize that no matter what they think about one another, no matter what happened between them, they care so deeply.

I mean, uncle Sy ran into a burning house, not a single moment of hesitation. I knew he was in the military before he was in construction, but to see how he truly is, that he is a hero, not afraid… I don’t know, it kinda changed my perspective about him.

And when we were in the hospital and he offered to take her in for the time being, I realized something: he was in love with her. He could’ve paid for a hotel room for her. He could’ve asked someone else to take her in.

But he didn’t. Without even hesitating.

When it was time for Ivy to come home with us—together with a lot of painkillers for her back—the doctor told her a lot of rest (so no working) and no lifting whatsoever. She wasn’t listening at all, but my uncle was absorbing every bit of information up like a sponge, determine to take good care of her.

He helped her into the car, helped her out of the car and to our place. He saw her staring at what was left of her house, but he was quick to gently pull her inside.

And since that moment he has been taking care of her in a manner that’s uncanny. I can barely recognize him. All of the sudden, he reminds me of my father, how he’d take care of my mom when my sisters were born.

For the first time in forever I noticed how much they are alike.

It has been a day since Ivy has been released from the hospital. My sisters are tucked into their beds, while I sit at the top of the stairs, staring down at uncle Sy and Ivy, who both have no idea I’m there as they are sitting on the couch. I should be asleep, since we’re going to school tomorrow, but I can’t.

Since no one tells me about what is happening between them, I have to keep myself informed one way or another. They need me butting in, they need me interfering with their love life. Ivy told me she doesn’t do romance, but who says there isn’t someone to change that? And who says that someone can’t be uncle Sy?

‘Ouch,’ I hear Ivy mumble.

Uncle Sy is immediately alerted, sitting up a lot straighter. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s my back and my neck. Shit, I hate this. I have a class to teach tomorrow, very important.’

Uncle Sy starts to laugh and it’s a genuine laugh, for the first time since I can remember. ‘Yoga is indeed very important.’

‘Oh, aren’t you hilarious? It hurts and yoga is my life, okay?’

He nods, pretending to understand, but it’s obvious he doesn’t. What an idiot. He has so much to learn. ‘You know you can’t work, right?’

‘Yes, yes, I know,’ she mutters. ‘I wish I could do something.’ She winces as she resits.

‘Want another painkiller?’

‘No, because otherwise I’ll OD.’

I see Uncle Sy placing his hand on the back of the couch, visibly contemplating what to say to her. ‘Ivy,’ he says, ‘I’m sorry.’

It’s the first time I hear him apologize and judging from Ivy, she’s taken by surprise as well. ‘For what?’ Ivy asks.

‘For everything. For what happened in the car the other day, for being a total jackass, for what happened to your place.’

‘Sy, you can’t help the fact my house burned down.’

‘I know, I know, but… I can truly apologize for the other stuff.’

‘It’s okay.’

‘No, it’s not okay,’ he says. ‘You have done so much for us and I was out here being petty.’

She shrugs. ‘You can’t help it you’re useless sometimes.’

‘Ivy, I’m trying to have a serious here and it’s hard. So please, humor me for a second and be kind about it.’

Their eyes meet and she sighs. ‘You’re right, I’m sorry. As a matter of fact, I should thank you for running into my place.’

‘Of course.’

‘No, no, you don’t understand. Sy, you saved my life. For years I have been trying to save myself. Back in the system, during adoption processes. It has always been me taking care of me. And out of all the people in the world, you saved me back there.’ She runs her fingers through her hairs and says: ‘What if something would’ve happened to you? You have three beautiful girls here, nothing can happen to you.’

‘Neither can something happen to you,’ he retorts. ‘I’d save your ass over and over again, because I hate to admit it, but we cannot live without you.’

Ivy laughs. ‘You’re over-exaggerating.’

‘No, I’m not,’ uncle Sy says. ‘You’re better off with the girls anyways.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. You are learning. I know I’ve been hard on you, but remember: your brother and sister-in-law chose you to take care of them, with a reason.’

‘I bet their shaking their heads at me from heaven. I’m the worst.’

‘I can tell from experience that you are not the worst. You’re slightly incapable from time to time, but you are trying. That’s more than I can say of other people.’

Their eyes lock and uncle Sy has a small, a little unsure smile on his lips. ‘Really?’ he asks.

She places her hand on his shoulder. ‘Really, I wouldn’t lie about that. Could you maybe do something for me?’

‘Of course.’

‘Help me to get to bed.’

That’s my cue to scoot outta here. While others might stay cool and collected during moments like this, I on the other hand start to panic. I rush into what I think is my room, but it turns out I’m in uncle Sy’s room. Judging from the footsteps, I realize I don’t have enough time to rush back to my own room, so I hide into uncle Sy’s closet.

Ew, it stinks in here, like mud and wood.

Through the shutters, I see my uncle helping Ivy into his bed. She sits on the edge and now the worst part is near, having to lie down flat on her back. ‘Let’s get you correctly seated first,’ uncle Sy says. He helps her into the bed and holds his hand on her back and behind her neck. He gentle places her down, before tugging her underneath the blankets. ‘You okay?’

‘I’m fine,’ she says.

‘And remember: just call me when you need me, okay?’

‘I know,’ she says. ‘Good night.’

‘Good night, Ivy.’ He walks out of the room and I hear him going down the stairs. Now I just have to wait until Ivy’s asleep and then I can get out of—

‘Erin, I know you’re in there.’

I sigh, knowing this is a lost cause. I get out of the closet and ask: ‘How’d you know?’

‘I know everything,’ she says. ‘Besides, I saw you on top of the stairs. You’re really nosey.’

‘I am not.’

She glares at me, side eyeing me, making it clear I am wrong and she’s right. Which is the truth. ‘You should get in bed, you have school tomorrow.’

‘I know.’

‘But?’

‘I have a question,’ I say.

‘Just one?’ Ivy asks.

I nod. ‘Just one, I swear.’

‘Surprise me.’

It’s now or never, Erin. ‘Do you like my uncle?’

Ivy rolls her eyes. ‘Seriously? That’s your question?’ She lets out a laugh. ‘Get out of here, kid,’ she smiles. ‘You’ve gotta rise and shine early in the morning.’

I simply nod and walk out of the room. While she might not have answered the question verbally, she did with her smile.

She’s totally into uncle Sy.

And they totally need my help realizing it.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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oblivious - c.7

Summary: Ivy now lives with the Syverson's and to be honest: it isn't all bad.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warning: None

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Staying with the Syversons isn’t the biggest punishment in the world. No, on the contrary even, it’s lovely to spend a lot of time with them. While the girls were a blast at my place already, I loved seeing them in their natural habitat.

The girls are darling, but I’ve got to say: Sy is slowly becoming more and more approachable. As the little ones are off to school and Sy has dropped Clover off at Pre-K, he’s back with some coffee for me.

He walks up the porch, where I’m seated, staring at my place. ‘Here,’ he says.

‘Thanks.’ I take the cup from his hands and take a sip of the cappuccino he bought for me. Including the right syrups. He does pay attention, though it always seems like he doesn’t. ‘I really want my place back,’ I note. ‘I loved that place so much. It was the first place I’ve ever owned and lived in myself. I was so proud of how I arranged it and now it’s all gone. It’s a mess.’ I stare at the left off remainders of my place. It’s mostly black because of the fire and smoke. I can recognize a few things from my place, but it’s not much.

Sy sits on another chair next to me, now staring at the mess I used to call home as well. ‘There are some parts left of it.’

‘I know, but it’s not the same.’

‘You had a lot of memories stored there?’

I shake my head. ‘No, I don’t have a lot things from when I was younger. I’m never really sentimental about things, stuff, but… This is kinda sad.’

‘I see.’

I resit on the chair, however it hurts a lot more than I imagined. I groan out loud and Sy is immediately alerted.

‘What’s wrong?’ He gets up from his seat, places his cup on the little table and kneels in front of me. ‘Need me to get a cushion or something?’

‘Cappie, it really annoys me when you are this considerate and darling. Almost makes me want to compliment you.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘Really, the nickname again?’

I smile. ‘Of course. I might have had a heavy beam fall on my back and lost my conscious, but I will never ever forget that nickname. It fits you so well.’

‘It does?’ He pushes himself up again and plops back on the seat. ‘How come you are so incredibly insufferable?’

‘It’s my default state,’ I chuckle. When he doesn’t respond, I feel this weird need to expound. ‘I don’t know, probably just immaturity. I mean, I raised myself, you come up with coping mechanisms. You sure do that too, with you know… The stuff you have seen during the war.’

He nods. ‘I do.’

‘We both are avid people repellers,’ I say. ‘I scare them off with sarcasm, stupid jokes, more sarcasm. You just don’t allow anyone closer to you. By default, I suppose.’

‘Correct,’ he smiles.

‘Why?’

‘Just because,’ he says. ‘Life hasn’t treated me kindly, so I won’t be.’

‘Gosh, how utterly depressing,’ I say. It stays silent between the two of us for awhile and I realize I kinda want to go inside again. ‘Can you help me up?’

He is quick to hold out his hands and gently pulls me up. ‘You okay?’

And then it happens. Tears drip over my cheeks. My hands start to shake in his. Everything comes back so quickly. The fire, the smoke. The second I woke up and was engulfed in flames and smoke.

‘No, no, no, Ivy,’ he says in a soft tone. ‘It’s okay.’

‘I’m scared.’

‘I know you are,’ he says. ‘But you don’t need to anymore. I’m here.’ Sy pulls me in a hug and I close my eyes when I nuzzle my face in his thick chest.

I don’t know how long I’ve been crying, but after a while I just push him aside. ‘I’m sorry,’ I say, before turning around and walking back inside.

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The next morning Erin and Aurora are off to school again and it’s just me and Clover, because Sy has gone to work. It felt so domestic this morning: preparing breakfast, making sure the girls’ hairs were great and when Sy walked out of the door and I was left with Clover, I realized I was in the life I once wished I was.

A man, a woman and kids, all in a house. Domestic. Textbook family. It was never for me, but to taste it a little bit now, I realized how much I missed it. How I’ve yearned for it.

Clover and I are sitting on the couch and she’s such a darling little girl, able to entertain herself with her barbies, some television and other toys she has. Sometimes she looks over her shoulder, says: ‘Ivy look,’ and then plays on. An adorable sweetheart.

We’re together in the kitchen now, making some cupcakes together, because the little girl has a sweet tooth, just like me.

The door opens and we both look to the side. ‘There you are,’ Sy says. ‘Making cupcakes?’

‘Your vision is marvelous,’ I deadpan. I look at Sy, frowning a little bit when I realize something’s off. ‘What’s with the smile?’

‘Uncle Sy smile,’ Clover says with a bright one on her own face, leaning her head against my shoulder.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you,’ Sy says. He opens the door again and his friends march in, even his pervert friend Jason and the rest of the sleazy gang he works with.

‘Geez, this is what I always wanted. Cappie, I don’t know how to thank you for sweaty greasy men who ogle me without shame.’

Sy tries to hide a smile, but fails miserably. I love seeing him smile like this. He totally should do it again. ‘We’re gonna rebuild your place, Ivy.’

That takes me by surprise. ‘What?’

‘It’s free of charge and we’ll work on it after our own work.’

I roll my eyes. ‘Why?’

‘Because,’ Sy says, ‘I know how much you want your house back.’

It shouldn’t make me this emotional, yet here it does. My eyes are filled with tears and Clover is quick to pull me in a hug. I hear Sy say something to his friends and they all hold up their hand, before quietly disappearing towards the front door. ‘Ivy don’t cry,’ Clover says.

‘It’s happy tears, Clover,’ I say to her. I wrap my arms around her. ‘It’s all good.’

Sy walks back in and joins us in the kitchen. ‘You crying?’

‘Shut up.’

Clover wiggles herself from the counter, stepping off the stool, before she waddles over to Sy, hugging his legs. In the last two days, the youngest two have been awfully clingy to both me and Sy. Witnessing the fire must’ve done something within them and seeing their uncle approachable, must be something they’ve always wanted.

‘Thank you,’ I whisper. ‘Really, Sy. I don’t know how to thank you.’

He shrugs, lifting up the little Clover, balancing her own his hip. ‘No need to, Ivy. It’s my pleasure.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

After dinner and the girls are tugged in their beds, Sy helps me in his bed. ‘How did you manage to get your sleazy friends to help me?’ I ask, once I’m on my back and Sy tugged me in.

’They owed me,’ he says. ‘I just want to do something for you.’

‘Why?’

‘A thank you, for everything you’ve done. Including dealing with me.’ He gets up from the back and says: ‘Get some sleep. See you tomorrow.’

He walks out of the room, closes the door behind him and I let out a content sigh. I cannot get his smile out of my head. The way one corner of his mouth gets up a little bit higher. It makes my heart skip a beat faster and—

Oh no, no, no! This is so familiar. Not because I have experienced it, but because I recognize it from the way Erin talks about her crush on this Teddy boy and describes all of it in great detail.

Ew no, does that mean I have a crush? I cannot believe this! It means I am in love with him…

No no no, disgusting. I don’t want to be in love, let alone be in love with sigh. That would only make life more complicated and I do not need complicated right now.

I’m sick to my stomach. Is it because of this, because of feelings?

Great, probably.

I close my eyes, trying my hardest to get it out of my head, but it’s not working. Instead I feel myself falling.

Falling for him.

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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[keanureevesisbae]

oblivious - c.5

Summary: Erin has a little bleeding incident and Sy has to confess something to himself

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warning: Periods, fires and slight/minor injury

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Okay, it’s officially happening. Sy absolutely hates this. Fucking despises this feeling. He is starting to like Ivy. The Ivy Sullivan of all the women here in Lubbock. At night, he dreams about her. During the day, he will look out of the window, watching her on the porch and even witnesses the girls hugging her in her front yard.

While she was totally right, he still hears her verbally kicking him out of her car and he hates that specific moment. He is so fucking stupid. He hasn’t felt like this in so long and now he is falling for the one woman who truly hates his guts and rightly so.

Despite his own difficulties, he is trying really hard and some moments it’s all peace and quiet with the girls.

Ivy was right all along, however he hasn’t thanked her yet. In all honesty, he doesn’t even have the guts to go up to her and make up.

As Sy is leaning back in his couch, he hears the loudest scream coming from the bathroom. Clover and Aurora halt their tea party with barbie dolls and he is quick to tell them to stay put, before he rushes towards the screams. ‘Erin?’ he asks as he stays on the other side of the door. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’m bleeding!’ Erin screams. ‘What do I do now?’

He is confused. ‘What do you mean, you’re bleeding?’

‘I’m bleeding out of my vagina!’

Oh… She got her period. Fuck, how does he solve this? ‘I see, I see,’ he says. Part of him wants to run to Ivy, but he shakes off that thought. He got this. He can handle this, despite him not being prepared for this moment at all. Oh, wait a minute, he has Loretta’s bag with some make-up and if he remembers correctly, there was a tampon in it.

‘Okay, wait a second.’ He walks towards the junk room, where he has stored a lot of his brother’s and Loretta’s stuff. With a tweezers grip, he manages to grab the toiletry bag from the mess and grabs a tampon. ‘Here you go,’ he says. The door opens with a creak and he sees a pouty Erin standing there.

‘What the hell is that?’ she asks.

‘A tampon.’

She takes it from his hand and throws it away. ‘I’m not doing that. You’re such an idiot. Get Ivy, you baboon!’

Normally he’d say something about her language, but realizing this is a situation he apparently cannot handle on his own, he nods and goes to the living room. ‘Stay put,’ he tells the others.

‘Erin boo boo?’ Clover asks.

‘Something like that. Stay here, I’m going to get Ivy.’

Aurora claps her hands. ‘I love Ivy.’

Of course they do.

Sy hurries himself over to Ivy’s place and knocks on the door. She opens the door and leans against the doorpost. ‘What?’ she asks.

Okay, she’s still mad at him and rightly so. It isn't helping that she looks absolutely gorgeous in that light blue athleisure set, totally hugging her slim figure in all the correct ways. ‘We’ve got a little bleeding incident,’ he says.

She frowns. ‘Like a nosebleed?’

‘No, not like a nosebleed.’

It takes her a few moments, but then she seems to get it. ‘Period?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And you’re freaking out, because…?’

‘Because Erin is freaking out. I brought her a tampon and—’

‘Goodness gracious, Sy,’ Ivy exclaims. ‘Tampons? Seriously? You scared her with those? Pads, you doofus. Always go for pads.’

Did she just call him doofus? That’s a long time ago since that happened. ‘What?’

‘You don’t go for tampons when you first have your period. Men.’ She rolls her eyes and disappears into her hallway, to the restroom. She walks back with some pads and an entire package of it and says: ‘I’ll fix this.’

The two of them walk towards his own place again and Clover and Aurora are waiting for them. She is quick to give them a hug and a quick peck on top of their heads, before she finds the way to his bathroom. ‘Hi Erin,’ he hears her say, before the bathroom door closes.

He doesn’t know how long she stays in there, but after a while, the two of them walk into the living room again.

‘Erin no more booboo?’ Clover asks so innocently.

The oldest Syverson girl smiles, changed into some more comfortable clothes. ‘No, Ivy fixed it.’

‘And what do you say to your uncle?’ Ivy whispers, but loud enough for them to hear her.

‘Sorry, for calling you an idiot and a baboon. That was not nice to me, but during these moments, I can get a little irritated, so I ask you to bear with me.’

Ivy squeezes Erin’s hand. ‘And Sy, what do you say to her?’

‘I’m sorry for scaring you. I should’ve… Should’ve called Ivy immediately, since this isn’t something I can’t fix.’

‘Very well,’ Ivy notes. ‘I gotta go, because I have work stuff to do.’

‘Aw,’ Aurora says, jumping up to give Ivy a hug. ‘Can you hang out tomorrow?’

‘I can hang out tomorrow. I have the day off then, so plenty of times.’

Clover walks up to her, hugging her legs. ‘Baking?’

‘We can bake,’ Ivy says.

‘Uncle Sy too,’ Clover suggests.

‘We’ll see if he has time,’ Ivy says, not looking at Sy for a minute and judging from her tone, she really doesn’t want him there.

She’s quick to say her goodbyes and when she closes the front door behind her, Erin turns to Sy.

‘What on earth did you do?’

‘Nothing,’ he says, though it’s a lie. ‘Want something to eat?’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

As Sy is in a deep sleep, dreaming about a date with Ivy, he wakes up when someone nudges him. When he opens his eyes, he sees that someone is little Clover, standing next to his bed. ‘What’s wrong?’ he asks with a groggy voice.

‘Weird lights,’ she tells him. ‘In my room.’

He has no idea what that means. ‘What?’

‘Weird lights,’ she says again. ‘Scary.’

He nods. ‘Well, you wanna sleep here?’ Sy asks, too tired to get out of his bed to check.

She crawls into his bed and places her head on his chest. ‘Night night.’

‘Night night,’ he says, glad this little nightmare incident went by fairly easy.

But then the door opens again and this time it’s Aurora. ‘Uncle Sy, I’m hearing weird noises.’

Weird lights. Weird noises. This is gonna be an interesting night.

However, when he wants to say something about it, Erin rushes into the room. Seriously? Can’t a man sleep? ‘It’s Ivy’s place,’ she says, her eyes enlarged as she sounds wide awake. ’It’s on fire.’

Faster than light can travel, he gets out of his bed, slipping on some easy sneakers and tells Erin to not get off the porch. ‘What are you gonna do?’ Erin asks, holding her sisters close to her.

‘I’m gonna make sure Ivy’s okay.’

He rushes outside, to see their neighbors already there, staring at her place. In the distance he can hear the sirens of the EMT’s and the firemen and what not, but with the rapidness this fire is spreading, it might be too late then. ‘Where’s Ivy?’ he asks one of the neighbors.

He scans the rest of the people, as the woman talks about how she thinks Ivy is still inside. She’s right. Her car is in her driveway and Sy saw her in her own room right before he went to sleep.

He looks over his shoulder, spotting his nieces on the porch. ‘Watch my girls, okay?’ Sy says to the woman, before he rushes towards the house. Is this a stupid idea? Probably, but he cannot stop himself. He needs to at least try and save Ivy.

Knowing she probably is in her bedroom, he decides to first check there. He kicks in the door, only to be met by an immense amount of heat. He rushes up the stairs, towards her bedroom.

Ivy’s on the floor, her body limp as a wooden block has landed on her back. She’s unconscious, probably knocked out by the block that fell from her ceiling. He manages to reach her and pushes off the wooden block from her body. Like the trained Captain he has been, he carefully lifts her up.

For a second he scans her face, the black streaks of smoke on her cheeks, the little scratch on her cheekbone.

The smoke is almost getting too much for him, but this isn’t the worst situation he has ever been in. Over the scorging fire, he can hear the sirens stopping in the street.

Sy holds her close to him, as he is climbing down the stairs, rushing out. The EMT’s have arrived and Sy places her on the stretcher. Immediately, one of them places an oxygen mask over her mouth and nose.

‘Her name is Ivy Sullivan,’ he says. ‘Something landed on her back and was already unconscious when I managed to find her.’

‘There is no one else in the house?’

He shakes his head. ‘No, just her.’

They roll her into the ambulance and with blasting sirens, they drive out of the street, onto the hospital. He sees the three girls sitting on the porch and from where he is standing, they are all sniffling. As the police tape off the perimeter, the firemen are trying to control the fire, he walks over, back to his place. ‘Put on some shoes,’ he tells them, ‘grab a jacket and some snacks. We’re going to the hospital.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

Four Syverson’s are in the waiting room. Erin holds little Clover on her lap, who is deep asleep, just as Aurora, who leans against Sy’s arm. It has been two hours since they arrived here, but still no word on her.

‘Is she gonna die?’ Erin finally asks.

‘No,’ Sy tells her.

‘But what if?’

‘She’s not gonna die,’ Sy says in a sterner tone. ‘She cannot die.’

Time ticks by. His leg nervously moves up and down. He hates hospitals, but waiting like this, is something he even more despises.

‘Ivy Sullivan?’ the middle aged doctor says, causing Sy to stand up, holding Aurora in his arms, as Erin stands up as well, Clover snug against her chest.

‘How is she?’ Sy asks.

‘She’s okay. She severely bruised her back and inhaled some smoke, but besides those two things, she is doing fine. She’s awake and already demanding us to let her go.’

That sounds like Ivy.

‘Can we see her?’ Erin asks.

‘You can.’

Sy thanks the doctor, before they walk into the room. Clover and Aurora have woken up and the three girls are happy to see Ivy. They exclaim her name in an excited tone, carefully giving her a hug. ‘How are you?’ Erin asks.

Sy stands at the foot of her bed.

’I feel like shit,’ Ivy says. ‘How is my place?’

Sy shakes his head. ‘It’s bad, but we’ll know more tomorrow.’

She tries to stay strong, but he sees tears filling her eyes and she hides her face in her hand.

Clover is quick to kiss her other hand, while Erin gives her a hug and Aurora carefully pats her leg. Soft sobs fill the room and it’s the first time Ivy has let her guard down this much.

‘I’m sorry,’ she says. ‘I… I just… What if…’

Erin sighs deeply. ‘We know,’ she says. ‘But that didn’t happen, because uncle Sy rescued you.’

‘He did what?’ Ivy asks. Through her tears, their eyes lock.

‘He ran into your house,’ Aurora says. ‘He is a real hero.’

‘Super hero uncle Sy,’ Clover says.

Erin must sense something—Sy can’t quite put his finger on it—because she says: ‘We’re gonna get Ivy something from the vending machine.’ She holds up her hand and Sy places some dollars in it. The three of them leave the room and Sy is left with just Ivy.

‘You really did that?’

‘Yeah,’ he shrugs.

She lets out a small laugh. ‘Despite what I said to you?’

‘Especially after what you said to me. You were totally right.’

Ivy wipes her tears from her face, before ushering him over to sit on the edge of the bed. ‘Thank you, Sy. I owe you a lot.’ But the tears keep rolling over her flushed cheeks.

‘What’s wrong?’ Sy asks. ‘Are you okay?’

She shrugs. ‘Sy, I’m in severe pain and homeless… I have been better.’

‘You’re not homeless,’ he says. ‘You can stay with us. You’ll have perfect view of your place, the girls can help out. During the day it’s all for you. It’s perfect.’

‘You don’t have enough rooms and beds,’ she notes. ‘What are you gonna do? Sleep on the couch?’

‘Yes,’ he says. ‘Of course. You need to recover, I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.’

The girls walk back in and Ivy smiles briefly. ‘Well girls, I’m moving in with you for the time being.’

‘Really?’ Aurora asks.

‘Really. Until I have a place to live at again, I’m gonna be the greatest sleepover guest ever.’

Erin nods. ‘We’ll help as much as we can. We promise. We can make you breakfast, help you if you need it!’

Sy can’t help but smile proudly at the girls, seeing how determined they are to care for Ivy. Whether she knows it or not, Ivy truly changed their lives, made it better.

‘Oh my,’ Ivy says. ‘Sy is smiling. What happened?’

The girls look at him, all just as curious as Ivy.

‘Nothing,’ he says. ‘Just proud of the girls, for stepping up like this.’

☁︎ ☁︎ ☁︎

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[keanureevesisbae]

When Sy's brother passes away, he gains custody over his three nieces. That's easier said than done, since Sy has been on tour for the majority of the girls' life and he has a hard time adjusting to becoming a fit guardian, who is actively involved in their lives. When he meets his neighbor Ivy, she expertly manages to make his blood boil, but after a while he realizes that she might be helping him out.

prologue // chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 // chapter 8 // epilogue

Moodboard

A new beginning

Sy and the five girls

[keanureevesisbae]

oblivious - c.2

Summary: It's four in the afternoon and there is only one Syverson girl at home.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 2k

Warning: None

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Taking care of three girls is difficult and Sy is not adjusting well. Clover cries a lot and Aurora is torn between liking him and disliking him, flashing him a smile every so often. But, he thinks this is all because of the ever so uncontrollable Erin. She gets kicked out of class almost on a daily basis, walks away from home and now all of the sudden is over at that Ivy’s place all the damn time.

Maybe it’s Ivy’s fault Erin has been such a pain. He still sees her standing in front of his door, with the sulky preteen behind her. Who did she think she was, telling him how to deal with Erin? How long did she know his niece? Thirty minutes or so?

After he picked up little Clover from Pre-K, he walks inside, with the little one on his arm. She has been pretty talkative in the car, which is a good sign, though he did not understand one syllable of it. At what age do kids start to form actual understandable sentences?

Usually at this time, the other two are home as well, but they aren’t. It’s quiet and he does not nearly break his neck, because of their bags on the floor. That’s nice, but also a little weird.

‘No Rory and Erin?’ Clover asks and it’s the first time he actually understood what she said.

He shrugs. ‘Guess not.’ He walks back to the front door, only to spot a note on the ground. He picks it up and recognizes Erin’s horrendous handwriting.

We’re at Ivy’s place. Bye.

They’re what now? Again? Together with Aurora this time? He does not like that Ivy woman, especially because he feels like she’s been grooming them to hate him even more.

‘Little one,’ he yells and he hears Clover’s footsteps pat towards him. ‘We’re going.’

‘Where?’

‘To pick up your sisters.’

‘Rory and Erin?’

Do kids always ask the obvious? He simply nods and opens the door. The two of them walk out and down the street. He does not quite know what place Ivy’s is, but when he sees the purple car on the driveway, he recognizes it. She drives with an illegal speed and once managed to pull up a lot faster than he did.

She seems like the type to bring that up.

He knocks on the door and not long after that, this so called Ivy opens the door. She’s wearing tight light green leggings, with a matching crop top above it. Okay, despite his opinion of her, she does have a beautiful figure. ‘Hello,’ she says with a smile, but he can poke right through it. It’s a condescending one, non verbally telling him he sucks as a caregiver.

Now, he is aware of that, but still.

‘Saw the girls were here.’

She nods. ‘Wow, you can read. Good for you.’

Is this woman serious?

‘They need to come home now.’

‘Really?’ Ivy asks. ‘Because we’re kinda in the middle of something. We’re baking a cake. For you actually.’

‘Bake?’ Clover asks, staring at Ivy with little hearts in her eyes. Of course this one falls in love with the most annoying woman on the planet right away. What is it about this Ivy that turns all these girls into lovely well behaved kids.

Ivy nods. ‘Yes, we’re baking.’ She crouches down and looks at the little three year old. ‘And you must be Clover, right?’

Clover nods.

‘My name is Ivy. Your sisters told me a lot about you. I heard you’re already going to Pre-K, right?’

‘Yes,’ Clover says. ‘I want baking.’

‘You want to bake a cake for your uncle Sy?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, come on in. Your sisters are in the kitchen.’ Little Clover walks passed Ivy, who stands up again, looking right at him. ‘Yeah, your nieces were standing in front fo your house, waiting. Turns out they had a shorter day in school. Poor girls were already standing there for half an hour, before I got home.’

Sy clenches his jaw tightly together. She is really pushing it, isn’t she?

Erin walks out of the kitchen, some flower on her nose and says: ‘How about you go have something to drink, while we finish the cake?’

In other words: get the fuck outta here.

‘Be back in about an hour and a half and the cake is done,’ Ivy says. ‘With frosting and all. For you.’

That damn emphasis on the stupid cake being for him.

Sy sighs deeply, before he nods. Without saying something, he turns around and he hears some whispers coming from Ivy and Erin.

‘Bye uncle Sy,’ he hears Erin say, in a challenging tone.

He clenches his fists. Ivy is a bad influence. ‘Bye.’

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Sy sits at the bar, sipping away his beer. Despite it being a few weeks, he has yet to feel like a real guardian. The only times of the day he enjoys, is when he’s at work and when the girls are all asleep. Why do people voluntarily have children?

He remembers his brother calling him when Erin was just born and Sy was on tour.

‘She’s so precious,’ Caleb would say, ‘so beautiful.’

Sy had simply chuckled. ‘She’s already got you wrapped around her finger and when was she born? Like five hours ago?’

Caleb laughed. ’It’s unbelievable, Sy. I feel like I’m at my most vulnerable. If anything were to happen to her, I’d hate myself forever.’

‘Parenting is gonna be hard on you then.’

Sy rubs his face, the image of Caleb video calling him, holding little Erin in his arms slowly dissolving into thin air.

‘Yo, it’s Sy having a beer,’ he hears one of his colleagues, thus friend, Jason say. ‘Look time no see. Whatcha doin’ here, man? You got a babysitter?’

‘You could say that again,’ Sy mutters, taking a sip of his beer again.

Jason plops onto the bar stool next to him. ‘Really? A sitter. That’s a good sign, right? Meaning you are not mister caregiver all the time?’

‘I didn’t pick her,’ he retorts. ‘Erin chose her and all three of them like her more than they could ever like me.’

‘Ah, she’s a special one then. Very gifted. What’s her name?’

‘Ivy.’

Jason gulps. ‘Ivy? You mean as in Ivy Sullivan?’

‘I have no idea what her last name is. Who is Ivy Sullivan?’

‘She works at the gym, as a personal trainer and overall instructor. Her waiting lists are enormous and her classes are always booked. Man, she makes guys go crazy and girls wanna be her. Oh, she also drives this lovely purple car.’

‘Oh fuck, it’s the same woman,’ Sy groans.

‘No fucking way. Dude, invite me over to your place. Maybe I can finally muster up the confidence to ask her out.’

‘What?’ Sy shakes his head. ‘Not gonna happen. Ivy is the worst. She’s such a bloodsucking woman I hate her.’

‘What?’ Jason now says, his eyes widening. ‘Dude, you’re crazy. That woman is like the lottery price of the entirety of Lubbock. Beautiful, funny, a body to die for.’

Sy isn’t too sure about the beautiful and funny part, but he agrees on her body to die for, though he’d never say it out loud. ‘Okay, enough.’

Jason chuckles. ‘Can’t wait to tell the rest of the guys about your newly appointed baby sitter,’ he says. ‘Bet all the guys want to come over.’

‘Well, maybe you finally will see what I see: a damn witch.’

‘Think you’re just jealous, because the girls like her more than they like you,’ Jason says. ‘What are they doing now?’

‘Baking a cake. For me, they say, but I don’t buy it. I bet there is tons of salt in it.’

Jason thanks the barkeeper for his beer and takes a sip. ‘I don’t think so. You know what my momma always said, right? You catch more flies with honey than you do with vinegar. Maybe she is non verbally telling you that she’s there for the girls, thus for you. Come on, man, maybe you gotta give her a chance.’

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A chance? Seriously? It took him at least twenty minutes before Sy decided to be the bigger man here and give Ivy Sullivan—the so called catch of Lubbock—a chance. He knocks on her door again and this time it’s Aurora who opens the door.

‘Hi,’ she says. ‘You’re here for cake?’

‘I was invited,’ he grumbles.

She ushers him in and she skips to the kitchen. Oh, this is indeed how Ivy Sullivan would decorate her house. He detests it.

He walks behind Aurora to Ivy’s kitchen area and there the four ladies are. Clover sits on the counter, her tiny arms wrapped around Ivy’s neck. ‘Uncle Sy, for you,’ Clover says, pointing towards the cake, with tons of frosting on it.

He hates to admit it, but that looks really good.

‘No worries,’ Erin says, her tone resembling a whole lot of Ivy’s, ‘it’s a real cake. You’ll like it.’ She hands him a knife. ‘Come on, go for it.’

Sy takes it, before cutting off a piece. He looks at all the ladies in the kitchen who are staring at him, before he takes a bite. It’s sweet and the vanilla frosting is a great addition. Shit, this is heaven in cake form. ‘It’s good,’ he says.

‘Of course it is,’ Ivy says. She lifts up Clover from the counter and says: ‘But we’re glad you liked it.’ She smiles at him and for once there isn’t this initial hatred and he’d even go as far as to say there is no disgust detecting in her gaze. She seems to genuinely like him.

Which is odd, because he had done nothing to deserve that.

Jason’s words kept repeating themselves in his head. So he nodded. ‘Thank you, miss Ivy, for watching the girls.’

Not only she gulps, but also Erin seems to be shocked to say the least. ‘Sure,’ Ivy says, once she pulls herself together. ‘The girls can come over whenever they want.’ She tilts her head and says: ‘And you can join too.’

Boy, are the guys from work gonna be jealous. He nods. ‘Thanks. Come on, we gotta go now. Eat some dinner.’

‘Can we take the cake with us?’ Aurora asks Ivy.

‘Of course. Just ask your uncle if he slices off a piece for me.’

Aurora looks over her shoulder to Sy. ‘Slice off a piece of cake for Ivy, pretty please.’

He slices off a bit, before he asks for a plate. Erin—who is totally at home here already—grabs one for him and hands it to him. ‘Here you go,’ he says.

Ivy tilts her head. ‘See, you can be nice.’

‘Yeah whatever,’ he mumbles. ‘Come on, girls, grab your stuff, we’re going.’

The girls grab their stuff together and Ivy walks up to him. ‘Listen,’ she says, ‘I think we got off on the wrong foot. That was your fault though, but I imagine being nice and polite can be rough on you.’

He scoffs. Oh, there we have it.

‘But, I’m willing to put it all behind us.’ She holds her hand out and asks: ‘Truce?’

Everything deep inside him tells him to ignore it, but then he truly becomes the bigger person. He holds her hand and nods, as he shakes it. ‘Truce.’

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‘I like Ivy,’ Aurora says once they’re back home, waiting for dinner to be served. ‘Ivy’s sweet.’

‘Love Ivy,’ Clover adds.

‘Of course you do,’ Sy mutters.

Erin chuckles. ‘You jealous?’

He glares at Erin. He isn’t jea— Okay, maybe he is a little. Ivy seemed so at ease with the girls, something he never is able to. He clears his throat. ‘Of course not.’

Erin nods. ‘You should be. She’s a natural, unlike you.’

‘Yes, please rub it in, Erin.’

‘Did you know she grew up an orphan, got adopted a few times and then went from foster family to foster family?’

That he did not know. It almost sounds like it’s the start of one of those bad Lifetime movies. He feels like this is fiction, however with the serious expression on her face, he thinks it might be true. ‘Well, tomorrow you can go to her again, since you love it there,’ he deadpans. ‘Okay, Clover, get ready for bed.’

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oblivious - c.4

Summary: Sy is gonna thank Ivy for her babysitting yesterday, with a little help of Erin

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warning: None

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By the impatient type of knocking on the door, I think I know who’s on the other side of it. ‘Be right there!’ I yell, as the knocking doesn’t stop.

I’m not at all surprised when my eyes land on Sy. He sure knows how to wow a woman, because this impatient knocking on my door is really every girls dream. He has a piece of paper in his hands and like he is cheating on a test, he sneakily looks on what’s scribbled on. ‘You got something to do?’ he asks.

‘Depends.’

He rolls his eyes. ‘The girls are in school, meaning they are not home for another five hours and,’—he literally reads what’s on the paper—‘I want to thank you for last night.’

That so does not sound like him at all. I look at the piece of paper and I think that is Erin’s handwriting. Oh my, is this what I think it is? ‘Did Erin set you up?’ I ask.

Oh, oh, oh, look at that! He looks so busted, with the way the tips of his ears turn red. ‘She did,’ he confesses. ‘She even planned it and if I don’t have photographic proof, she’ll do something stupid, so you gotta come with me.’

‘You sure know how to persuade a woman,’ I chuckle. ‘But I’m curious as to what she planned, so lemme grab my keys.’

‘No,’ he mumbles, ‘I’m driving.’

’No, you’re not,’ I yell over my shoulder, as I slip on my sneakers and a thin jacket. I put my phone in my pocket and grab my keys. ‘You drive like an old hag. I’m driving. Besides, you can fit into my car.’

When I said that, I genuinely thought he would, but turns out my spatial perception is a little off, because he is slightly too big to fit in the passenger’s seat of my purple car. His legs are cramped and I don’t want to laugh out loud, but when we’re in front of the traffic lights, I burst into a fit of giggles. ‘My gosh, cappie, you look ridiculous.’

‘Really? The damn nickname again?’

I smile, sticking out my tongue. ‘What even are we gonna do?’ I ask him.

‘It’s a surprise.’

‘You didn’t even need to peak on your little note your niece had to write you. Bravo.’

‘It’s so damn hard to like you,’ he mumbles. ‘Is there no possibility for you to be nice to me?’

‘I have to be nice to you? Is this for real? I have been nothing but nice to your nieces and trying to teach you how to take care of the girls.’

He mumbles something under his breath. ‘Take a left here.’

‘Where are we going?’

‘The mall.’

‘You’re taking me shopping?’ I squeal. ‘Okay, maybe you’re not such a douchebag. I love shopping. I have very expensive taste.’

‘I’m not taking you shopping,’ he says. ’Erin suggested that too, but I told her no. Figured you were the one to milk the situation.’

‘You figured correctly,’ I say. ‘See, you’re becoming more and more interested in others. You’re learning.’

He opens the window and closes his eyes, as the wind must cool him down, before he absolutely explodes. When I look to the side, as I wait for other traffic lights, I notice that for the first time I’ve known him, he seems relaxed. Not on edge, not in it over his head.

’Sy,’ I say, ‘you miss your brother and sister in law?’

He opens his eyes, but doesn’t look at me. Instead Sy gazes over the road, as I’m driving towards the mall. ‘I do.’

‘It must be hard seeing your nieces,’ I say. ‘Since they are truly a mix of them.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Yesterday, I saw some pictures of them, when I was snooping through your stuff. Clover is a copy of her mom.’

‘She sure is.’

‘Aurora looks like your brother.’

‘She does.’

‘And while Erin is the perfect mix of them, there is something I noticed when I was comparing pictures of little Sy and little Erin.’ He doesn’t answer. ‘She takes after you. The same grumpy pout. I don’t know what you were like when you were younger, but I can imagine you could be a handful. Stubborn, a true leader, will do what they think is best. No wonder you two clash.’

Sy doesn’t say anything. I don’t know if it touched something deep within him, if he thinks I’m wrong or right. So I simply park the car and say: ‘We’re here, show me the way, Cappie.’

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My eyes widen when I realize where Sy is taking me. ‘Oh my, they are so tiny!’ I squeal, as I fasten my pace. I stare at all the different puppies, who seem so happy to see people. ‘You took me here to get a puppy? Sy, I have my hands full with your nieces already, I cannot have another responsibility.’

‘Read the sign, damn it,’ he grumbles.

Oh, it’s for socializing the puppies, before they get adopted so they can get used to people. Aha, I was too quick.

‘I see.’

‘As you can understand, I’m not taking the girls here, because if I do that, I’m also stuck with a puppy.’

‘You’d like a canine companion,’ I say, as I hang up my coat. ‘Sure of it.’

And within two minutes, we’re sitting on the floor, puppies crawling all over us. As I look over at Sy, I can’t help but smile, seeing a giant man like him, who has seen so much during his time in the war, gently holding a puppy in his hands. It makes me realize he is trying. He is trying so hard, but taking care of three little girls is difficult and totally not up his alley.

’This chubby one is so cute,’ I say. ‘He looks like you.’

Sy rolls his eyes, but he actually is enjoying it, I can see it in his eyes. ‘This feisty one keeps chewing on my fingers and I feel like if you were a puppy, you’d do that.’

I scoot over to his side and suggest: ‘Want to take some photographical evidence?’ He hands me his phone and I hold it out to take a selfie. ‘Could you at least attempt to smile? Show everyone you're having fun.’

‘I don’t smile on pictures.’

‘I bet you have a great smile,’ I say, as I take some pictures of us. ‘Send these to me,’ I add. ‘So I can show off my new boyfriend to people.’

‘Are you serious?’

‘I’m joking, I’m joking,’ I chuckle, giving him his phone, before I give the puppy a kiss on his head. ‘You know,’ I say, ‘I think you care deeply about the girls. You’re just incapable when it comes to raising kids.’

‘Geez, thanks.’

‘No, it’s not your fault. You can’t help it. But if you were less grumpy and more willing to learn, maybe you would actually enjoy having the girls around. They are a lot of fun.’

‘That might be easy when they like you back.’

Maybe it’s the first time I heard him say something along those lines. ‘I know that Clover and Aurora really like you. Listen, Sy, if you try, they’ll appreciate it. They— I mean, Erin needs to know you are willing to try. You have given up a lot for them, I know, but you need to go out of their way for them.’

Sy doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t do anymore.

Maybe he’ll think about it.

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I stop in front of Sy’s place and lean back in my seat. I expect him to get out of the car right away, however he doesn’t. Not exactly knowing what to say, I ask him: ‘You want me to thank you for today?’

He shrugs. Ever since he showed me a little bit of his heart, he has been quiet.

‘Thank you for today,’ I say. ‘I had a wonderful time. With the puppies. You were okay to be around with.’

‘What a compliment.’

‘Damn it, Sy,’ I exclaim. ‘I’m just messing with you, trying to have a little bit fun. It would help if you for once at least try to be nice. You have been an annoying asshole the moment I met you. I thought we had a fucking truce.’

He sighs.

‘But that obviously doesn’t mean anything to you. I have been trying so damn hard. Giving you tips, being nice to you and actually appreciate your way—with Erin’s help—to thank me for yesterday and all I get is this? Not a single form of gratitude?’

It would help if he became mad at me. If he yelled as well. But he doesn’t. He keeps quiet and it kills me inside.

‘You know what, get out of my car. Get out of my fucking car.’

Sy gets out and closes the door of my car. I lean back in my seat, as I drive off to my own driveway. Stupid asshole.

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Erin Syverson: You had fun with uncle Sy today?

Ivy: I did, you thought of a good way for saying thank you

Erin Syverson: Can I come over?

Ivy: I’m sorry, honey, but I have a lot to do for work

Erin Syverson: I understand

Ivy: But you can come over tomorrow after school, how about that?

Ivy: You can tell me all about Teddy 😉

Erin Syverson: Of course!

Erin Syverson: See you tomorrow 💖

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oblivious - prologue

Summary: Syverson is at his lawyer's office to officially become the guardian of his three young nieces.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warning: Mentions of death, car accidents, war

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Six months earlier

Being in this beige and grey colored office, causes Sy to draw the conclusion he wholeheartedly hates these colors. There is no allure to them, no liveliness. He spends his fair share of time in houses that needs some construction and therefore, he is in lots of showrooms. Despite not being the greatest when it comes to color palettes and these types of details are not his forte, however he does love the happiness certain colors bring to a place.

And this is just not it.

For these last two weeks, life has been pretty crazy, but what is about to happen, is seriously gonna change everything.

Sy had been on tour in the military for years and after his final tour, he moved back to Lubbock, Texas, the place he has called home his entire life. Three months he’s been trying to adjust to a life that is closer to normal than he is used to. No more soldiers, no more tanks and certainly no sleeping with one eye open anymore.

He has a job in construction now, meaning he is pretty busy from nine in the morning till around four in the afternoon, but it’s a job that will guarantee some meals to his table and a roof above his head.

However, in all honesty: he always had a thing for construction. When he was younger, he and his older brother Caleb would build all sorts of things: henhouses, tree houses and cabinets for their momma when she was still alive.

The men Sy works with now are nice and it’s a great change from what has been his normal for almost a decade now.

Sy now nervously moves his leg up and down, as he looks up when the woman who introduced herself as miss Hawthorne around fifteen minutes ago, walks in. She’s dressed in a black pants suit and Sy would lie if he said that men look better in suits, because miss Hawthorne sure knows how to carry it.

‘Okay, mister Syverson,’ she says, sitting down in front of him. ‘The paper work is now complete and they will arrive here in less than a few minutes. Do you have any questions for me?’

Yeah, Sy has a question for her: does this really need to happen? He leans back and shakes his head, because he knows he cannot possibly ask that. He runs his hand over his buzzcut that is slowly becoming more than just a buzzcut.

‘Well then,’ she says, ‘hereby it’s official. Congratulations Captain Syverson, you are the official guardian of Erin, Aurora and Clover Syverson, daughters of Caleb and Loretta Syverson.’

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Sy never expected to lose his brother and sister-in-law. It came out of complete and total nowhere. He had lost a lot of men, close friends and companions, however, this was different.

Growing up, Sy was always close to his older brother Caleb and when he enlisted, Caleb was sure to send him enough care packages to remind him of home, so being on tour wasn’t that difficult. He even arranged his wedding around Sy’s schedule, so his little brother could be his best man.

Despite being thick as thieves, being as an ocean and more away caused Sy to miss a lot of his brother’s new life, which included Loretta.

He already knew Loretta, since they all went to high school together (yes, Caleb was the type of man that would marry his high school sweetheart). Sy even had a little crush on Loretta when he was a twelve year old boy, because she was the catch of Lubbock and everyone in high school had a crush on her.

But while he was close to Loretta, even considered her as a sister, he wasn’t so close to their three daughters. Sy knew them, knew of them, of course, but he always had a little bit of issues with communicating with them. They all liked things he didn’t like or couldn’t get to understand. Buying gifts for them (with help of Caleb and Loretta), writing short notes to them and giving them money, was as close to a bond as it could get.

Three pairs of eyes have been staring at him for at least a minute now and it is making the former captain highly uncomfortable. Staring death in the eyes more times than he can count, seeing the horrors of the war and disciplining soldiers, that’s piece of cake compared to this.

But how was he supposed to take care of all three of them?

He can see a lot of Caleb and Loretta in them. The youngest is Clover, only three years old, with large blue eyes and wearing a pink princess dress, which is probably a costume. She holds tightly onto her sister Aurora’s hand, who is six and an exact copy of her mother. Her green eyes are not leaving him once and she even dared to wave at him a few times.

While he doesn’t really see any problem with those two, there is one troublemaker that is causing him clammy hands and sleepless nights already.

Erin Syverson, the preteen, the eleven year old. The one who has been giving him the stink eye the second she walked into the office. She has her arms crossed in front of her as she isn’t breaking eye contact. She is identical to Caleb and maybe that is what is making him most nervous.

Growing up Caleb was his hero and he seemed to have it all together. A job, a wife, three daughters. Why was Caleb the one that died together with his wife, instead of Sy? They left so much behind, while if Sy were to pass away, it wouldn’t make that much of a difference.

Sy knew the devastation of losing your parents. When he was three his dad passed away and when he reached the age of fifteen, his momma died after she fell from the stairs. Because Caleb was already nineteen, had a place and worked in the restaurant of Loretta’s parents, he took it upon himself to take care of the stubborn teen Sy. It wasn’t ideal, losing your parents, however he cannot imagine how it must be for these young girls, losing both of your parents in a car accident and having to move in with someone you don’t even know.

‘So,’ Erin says, ‘it’s official?’

Miss Hawthorne nods. ‘It sure is, sweetheart.’

Almost like this young girl invented sarcasm, because nothing has sounded more mocking and sneering as her: ‘Fantastic.’

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oblivious - c.3

Summary: When Ivy wants to wind down after a long day at work, the dear captain knocks on her door with a favor.

Captain Syverson x Ivy Sullivan

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warning: None

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‘Fucking finally,’ I groan as I sit on the couch, ‘a little down time.’

Normally I love it at work, but today was draining. The women in my yoga class kept on giggling while I was being serious and on top of that, there was a group of men in the gym, who kept ogling me. Almost as if it were karma, one nearly broke his nose and one of his limps, when he slipped on the treadmill and rolled off with a pretty quick speed.

Let’s just say I pretended not to see that and have my male coworker fix this.

I grab the bowl of chips, when someone knocks on my door. Seriously? Talk about bad timing. I just wanted to chill. If it is someone who wants to sell me something, I’m roundhouse kicking them off my property.

I push myself up from the couch, when the knocking becomes more impatient. ‘Have some patience!’ I yell, before opening the door.

Much to my surprise, it’s Sy. Uncle Sy had made quite the impression on me. While initially I wanted to despise him, deep down I felt a little bit sorry for him. Not only was he not born to be a caregiver, he also is so grumpy and irritable, he involuntarily makes the girls despise him.

And that is kinda sad, because he is sort of trying.

‘Sy, what a lovely surprise. What do you need? Someone to yell at? Be a second mom to your nieces?’ I ask him. ‘Because I think you got that all covered with your eldest niece.’

He glares at me, probably murdering me in his head. ‘I truly need your help, so I’m just gonna ignore that.’

I lean in the doorway. ‘Enlighten me then. What’s up?’

‘I have this thing from work,’ he says. ‘I have to go there, but I can’t leave the girls alone. I don’t know how long I’ll be out, but I’m hoping to be home by ten. It’s just, I can’t take them with me.’

I nod. ‘And?’

He groans, visibly hating me for not making this easy for him. ‘And I hoped you could sit for tonight. Just make sure they eat dinner, they are in bed and don’t die.’

‘Don’t die?’ I ask. ’Sy, who do you think I am?’

He cocks an eyebrow. ‘A little birdie told me you ignored a man who rolled off the treadmill.’

‘If he was gawking at you like some sort of pervert, you would’ve done the same. Don’t pretend to be holier than the damn pope.’

Sy pushes his hands in his pockets. ‘That pervert is a friend of mine. He kinda broke his wrist, hence the reason I’ve got to go to work.’

What a small world, I think to myself. ‘Right,’ I say. ‘Okay, anyways… What do I get for it?’

‘I’ll give you one hundred dollars.’

Gosh, this man is desperate. I chuckle. ‘I was actually kidding and willing to do it for free, because I love those girls, but since you kindly offer me hundred bucks, I’ll take it.’

‘You’re quite insufferable, Ivy.’

‘Lemme grab a sweater.’

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With Sy going off to this work thing (which had to do with the pervert falling off the treadmill—I now sorta feel a minuscule bit sorry), I am together with the three lovely Syverson girls. They are absolutely adorable and I don’t think I have ever been around so many well behaved girls. I know for sure I wasn’t like this when I was their ages.

When I ask Erin how much homework she’s got, she’s at it straight away, while Aurora is playing patiently with Clover and I actually get to have my little down time after all.

I’m relaxing in this very boring house, which has no personality whatsoever. Where are the pictures, the drawings the younger girls made and the millions of giveaways that tell everyone three young girls are living here?

We ordered and shared two pizzas, because we were all too lazy to cook and besides, the only thing we could make, was pasta with pesto. The girls told me they had that this entire week and were sick of it.

Poor Sy, he is probably a terrible cook as well.

I put Clover and Aurora to bed. Clover is already deep asleep by the time I place her in her little bed and I close the door of her room, before I go to Aurora’s bedroom.

‘Ivy,’ the middle girl says with a smile, as I sit on her bed. She’s tucked underneath the thin blanket, her hair in two braids, because she really wanted me to do that.

‘Yes, darling, what’s up?’

She places her hand on mine. ‘Are you gonna stay?’

I frown a little. ‘Stay?’ I ask. ‘What do you mean? Like now?’

She shakes her head. ‘No, forever.’

Oh no, leave it to this girl to ask this question. Whatever I answer, it will break her heart, now or eventually. I let out a sigh. ‘I’m gonna stay as long as I can.’

‘But why can’t that be forever?’

‘Because I can’t promise those things. I can’t look into the future, know what it’s gonna hold. But I can promise you this: as long as I can, I’ll be right here.’ I give her a kiss on her forehead and she smiles. ‘Goodnight, angel.’

‘Goodnight, Ivy.’

I close the door behind me and walk back to the living room, to see Erin sitting on the couch. From the looks of it, she’s waiting for me. ‘What’s up, kid?’

‘Nothing,’ she says.

‘No, no, no, I know that look,’ I say. I tilt my head, taking in her entire face. ‘You’re in love.’

Her eyes widen. ‘How did you know?’

‘I know a look of love when I see one,’ I chuckle teasingly. ‘Besides, you had it written all over you with that shit eating grin on your face, the way you kept giggling when you looked at your phone.’

She blushes. ‘Ivy, have you ever been in love?’

I shake my head. ‘No, not really. I mean, I liked guys from time to time, but I never really fell in love.’

‘Have you ever been in a relationship?’

‘I’m not the relationship type of girl,’ I say, as I plop on the couch. ‘Tell me all about this mystery person who you have a crush on.’

‘Well,’ Erin says, ‘he’s this boy in my class. His name is Teddy and he is really cute. He sometimes gives me some of his lunch, especially on days where uncle Sy forgets.’

Oh, look at that. The preteen has a better love life than I have. ‘Oh, honey, if he gives you his lunch, it’s serious.’

‘You think?’

‘Duh, men and food? They’re almost like Siamese twins. I remember when I was younger, guys would never let me have some of their lunch. This is a sweet kid. I like it.’ I lean back in the couch cushions and say: ‘But let’s be serious now, aren’t you a bit too young to be in love?’

She shrugs. ‘Why wouldn’t I be in love?’

An excellent question. ‘I don’t know, maybe I’m just projecting myself onto you, which isn’t really fair to you. I just want you to know that no matter what happens, you’re more than a relationship or a girlfriend. You are Erin Syverson, who doesn’t need a boyfriend, because she’s one bad bitch. Oh crap, I shouldn’t say bitch in front of you. Sorry, honey.’

Erin chuckles. ‘It’s okay? You really think so?’

‘Yeah, I do. Just remember that the one person you need to make sure is happy and healthy is you.’

She wraps her arms around my shoulders. ‘You’re the best, Ivy.’

‘I know,’ I laugh. ‘Okay, now show me a picture of Teddy. I wanna see what he looks like.’

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After Erin is in securely in her bed, her schoolbag ready for tomorrow, Sy’s truck comes up the driveway. With a grumpy expression, he walks inside and hangs up his jacket on the coatrack. ‘Ah honey, you’re home,’ I say in a sarcastic tone.

‘Very funny.’

‘I’m hilarious, you just lack a sense of humor.’ I push myself up from the couch and grab my sweater. ‘Well,’ I say, ‘I’ll just go.’

‘Fine.’

‘And the hundred bucks, please?’ I hold up my hand. ‘Cough it up.’

He reaches in his back pocket and holds a hundred dollar bill. ‘Here.’

I actually didn’t expect him to actually give it to me. ‘Thank you so much,’ I say. ‘Well, everything is all set and done for tomorrow, so you and the girls can get ready in a blink of an eye.’

Sy groans. ‘You’re making it very hard to not like you.’

I laugh. ‘Of course I do, because I’m a ray of sunshine. See you later, Cappie.’

He nearly chokes on his spit. ‘Cappie?’ he repeats, disgust dripped all over the word.

‘I took the liberty to snoop through some of your stuff and found your military things. Turns out uncle Sy used to be Captain Syverson. Very impressive if I may say so.’

‘If you call me Cappie again, I swear—’

‘You won’t kill me, because I am a very reliable babysitter and your nieces love me. Goodbye Cappie.’

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[keanureevesisbae]

After being on a tiny hiatus, I'm back with a special December advent calendar. 24 posts till Christmas with yours truly 🥰December is always a special month for me, because on the 15th, it's also my birthday! I wanted to do something special for this December and hopefully you enjoy it with me 😘

Disclaimer: They are not always "December" related + the descriptions of the stories are already posted on this list, meaning there is a chance of some minor spoilers.

⭐️Wednesday December 1st ⭐️

The Assignment

You and Henry are paired up for a college assignment. When one day you get locked in his room, something is bound to happen. (College boy!Henry Cavill x female!reader)

⭐️Thursday December 2nd ⭐️

Stewardess Chronicles - masterlist

⭐️Friday December 3rd ⭐️

Ever After Boutique Chapter 3

The hatred between Frankee and Henry only intensifies.

⭐️Saturday December 4th⭐️

Oblivious Chapter 1

Ivy Sullivan not only meets her new neighbor Erin, she finally discovers what the name of her grumpy neighbor is.

⭐️Sunday December 5th⭐️

Sugar Sugar - March 9th (an alternate outcome)

What if Becky decided to masturbate after all, after the jacuzzi incident in Barbados and what if Henry caught her?

⭐️Monday December 6th⭐️

Christmas tree

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)

⭐️Tuesday December 7th ⭐️

Ever After Boutique c.4

Frankee is supposed to visit her family in Florida, but when she misses her flight, there is one person who can help her out.

⭐️Wednesday December 8th⭐️

Stewardess Chronicles - introduction

⭐️Thursday December 9th⭐️

Oblivious c.2

It's four in the afternoon and there is only one Syverson girl at home.

⭐️Friday December 10th⭐️

Ever After Boutique c.5

The employees of Ever After Boutique are invited to a very prestigious fashion banquet with Henry and Frankee finally has the opportunity to mingle with important investors.

⭐️Saturday December 11th⭐️

A found miracle

After Tiki has passed away, the Wicks aren't ready yet for a new companion for Oreo, but that's before John walks over that bridge.

⭐️Sunday December 12th⭐️

A national treasure: Oliebollen

As a true Dutchie, you have eaten your fair share of oliebollen, however your sweet Sy has yet to try them (Captain Syverson x Dutch!fem!reader)

⭐️Monday December 13th⭐️

Dirty December

While No Nut November was a dramatic fail for Walter Marshall, he came up with Dirty December: a little advent calendar for you and him and there is no backing out. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

⭐️Tuesday December 14th⭐️

Ever After Boutique c.6

After making an impression, Henry takes Frankee along with him, on one condition: that she behaves.

⭐️Wednesday December 15th⭐️

Happy Birthday

How Henry and his characters would celebrate your birthday.

⭐️Thursday December 16th⭐️

A Snowy London

A lot has changed for Adelaide and Henry and they are gonna spend their first December month in a snowy London as a family.

⭐️Friday December 17th⭐️

Stewardess Chronicles - part 1

Alice has been a stewardess for quite awhile and it's time for her to meet Captain Henry Cavill.

⭐️Saturday December 18th⭐️

Oblivious c.3

When Ivy wants to wind down after a long day at work, the dear captain knocks on her door asking for a favor.

⭐️Sunday December 19th⭐️

But Professor - four years later

How are the Marshalls doing?

⭐️Monday December 20th⭐️

Ever After Boutique c.7

Frankee meets an insufferable customer and Henry decides to teach her a lesson.

⭐️Tuesday December 21st⭐️

The first day of winter

You are stranded in the terminal, unable to catch your flight, but then you meet a handsome stranger, who is stuck like you. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

⭐️Thursday December 23rd⭐️

Christmas and the Monroes

Bucky has yet to spend a Christmas with the entire Monroe family and boy, did he not expect the hectic that this family brings with them. Besides, he has something on his mind.

Friday December 24th

Christmas tree pt. 2

After getting the Christmas tree in the house, August slowly but surely falls in love with Christmas. (August Walker x fem!reader)

[keanureevesisbae]

The end of an era 🥺😭 I had some difficulties with writing this story, because the words I wrote didn’t come close to what I had envisioned it in my mind. I hope you all loved this story as much as I did 🥰🥰

What was your favorite part of the story? Lemme know, so we can reminisce and fangirl together 😘

When Sy's brother passes away, he gains custody over his three nieces. That's easier said than done, since Sy has been on tour for the majority of the girls' life and he has a hard time adjusting to becoming a fit guardian, who is actively involved in their lives. When he meets his neighbor Ivy, she expertly manages to make his blood boil, but after a while he realizes that she might be helping him out.

prologue // chapter 1 // chapter 2 // chapter 3 // chapter 4 // chapter 5 // chapter 6 // chapter 7 // chapter 8 // epilogue