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Blurb from A Little More Heart Chapter 3 because it's so close to being done, and I need someone to light a fire under my ass so we can get to the fun chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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“You did what?” he asked, an obnoxious grin taking over his face.
“Settle down,” Sy mumbled, turning back towards the fan.
“My permanently single, grumpy-ass older brother drove a girl home last night. I’m not settling down.”
“Not a girl. She’s a woman.”
Aaron let out a wordless shout, jostling Sy’s shoulder and plopping down on the table beside the fan, grinning even wider than before.
“Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m letting this shit go now. A woman, you say.”
Sy rolled his eyes.
“You gonna give me one of those?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the slowly melting popsicles.
“Only as a bribe,” Aaron answered, ripping the perforated wrappers apart and holding one out tauntingly.
“For what?”
“Information, dumbass.”
Sy snatched the popsicle out of his hand, holding it behind his back when Aaron swatted at it.
“Saw her walking home in the dark. Stopped to drive her home. Simple as that.”
“Uh huh. And what earned her the distinction of ‘woman,’ I wonder.”
“She’s a grown-ass woman, that’s what,” Sy said bluntly, stepping out of Aaron’s reach to rip open the top of the popsicle wrapper.
“Noticed her ass, did ya?”
Sy shot him an unimpressed look, breaking the top inch of frozen blue sugar into his mouth with a harsh bite and holding his hand out.
“Just give me the fuckin phone.”
“Five questions first,” Aaron argued.
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Go.”
Aaron clapped in delight, taking a moment to think before launching into his limited interrogation.
“Did you smile?”
“Yep.”
“Did she make you laugh?”
“Yep.”
Aaron smiled again, but this time there was no mischief tied up in it. He looked uncharacteristically sincere.
“Did you get her number?”
“Yes. Last one.”
He squinted thoughtfully.
“Butterflies?”
“Fuck off, Aaron.”
“Oh, shit, that’s a yes!”
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Blurb from A Little More Heart Chapter 3 because it's so close to being done, and I need someone to light a fire under my ass so we can get to the fun chapters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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“You did what?” he asked, an obnoxious grin taking over his face.
“Settle down,” Sy mumbled, turning back towards the fan.
“My permanently single, grumpy-ass older brother drove a girl home last night. I’m not settling down.”
“Not a girl. She’s a woman.”
Aaron let out a wordless shout, jostling Sy’s shoulder and plopping down on the table beside the fan, grinning even wider than before.
“Oh, there’s no way in hell I’m letting this shit go now. A woman, you say.”
Sy rolled his eyes.
“You gonna give me one of those?” he asked, jerking his chin toward the slowly melting popsicles.
“Only as a bribe,” Aaron answered, ripping the perforated wrappers apart and holding one out tauntingly.
“For what?”
“Information, dumbass.”
Sy snatched the popsicle out of his hand, holding it behind his back when Aaron swatted at it.
“Saw her walking home in the dark. Stopped to drive her home. Simple as that.”
“Uh huh. And what earned her the distinction of ‘woman,’ I wonder.”
“She’s a grown-ass woman, that’s what,” Sy said bluntly, stepping out of Aaron’s reach to rip open the top of the popsicle wrapper.
“Noticed her ass, did ya?”
Sy shot him an unimpressed look, breaking the top inch of frozen blue sugar into his mouth with a harsh bite and holding his hand out.
“Just give me the fuckin phone.”
“Five questions first,” Aaron argued.
“Three.”
“Four.”
“Go.”
Aaron clapped in delight, taking a moment to think before launching into his limited interrogation.
“Did you smile?”
“Yep.”
“Did she make you laugh?”
“Yep.”
Aaron smiled again, but this time there was no mischief tied up in it. He looked uncharacteristically sincere.
“Did you get her number?”
“Yes. Last one.”
He squinted thoughtfully.
“Butterflies?”
“Fuck off, Aaron.”
“Oh, shit, that’s a yes!”
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HENRY CAVILL
The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare ─ Featurette Stringout
#these gifs woke me from my coma#have mercy#or perhaps not#henry cavill#the ministry of ungentlemanly warfare
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Hiii :) new follower and I love your writing! Could I please be tagged?:)
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Happily entering vacation mode after a hellish grad school finals week 🫠 Will finally have time to write again! Thanks for your patience, friends
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You got it! Thank you so much for your comments. Made me smile today 😊
A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
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Listen. Listen, ramble as much as you want I am purely delighted by every second of it
And yes, yes, yes to all of it. Being a woman is fucking terrifying sometimes. And like yeah she had a nice time with him but anyone can be charming for an hour. And he’s trying so hard not to freak her out but he can’t just leave her walking down the side of a road in the middle of the night. Like he would rather give her the keys and strand himself on the side of the road than leave her there. What a man. Anyway.
She does both! It’s mostly the writing, but she draws them little portraits to go with the stories they tell her (or sometimes she’ll draw their hands or something if they don’t want their face attached to it). It’s a nice gift she can give them as a thank you - she just takes a picture of the drawing before she leaves so it can go on the website.
Thank you SO much I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And rest assured there will be plenty more to devour. I just finished my outline and am currently weeping because it’s 21 goddam chapters and I did not plan on being this ambitious right outta the gate but here we are. Damn my overactive imagination.
A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
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#syverson x reader#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson fanfiction#syverson fanfiction#henry cavill fanfiction
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First let me say I’m super excited about what’s coming up, especially the dinner and any and all interactions with Nana.
Second, a question… they both seem to have some issues with the military, will we get to find out more about that?
(Love you love this series can’t wait for more yayyyyyyyyy)
Thank you! I’m excited too but all the things I’m excited about are in the second half 🫠
Oooooo sure 😂 It lived in my head, so it’s already a Thing but I can definitely work it in.
(Love YOU)
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Hello, friends!
Sorry I had to leave you hanging this weekend. I had a monster of a grad school paper to tackle in addition to my usual work, and it drained my will to live writing reserves quite a bit.
But! Now that I’m confident in this little adventure, I’ve been planning and outlining. Second half is all nice and arranged, but I’ve got some gaps in the first half.
The point:
If there’s anything you’d like to see or like to know about our A Little More Heart duo, let me know! I’ll see if I can fit it in somewhere, or at least answer your question
And this is a side blog, so if you want an answer, it’ll need to be an ask!
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Thank you so much ♥️
I’d be happy to! I’m glad you enjoyed it ♥️
A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
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#syverson x reader#captain syverson x reader#syverson fanfiction#captain syverson fanfiction#henry cavill fanfiction
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I’m so happy that I could help you take your mind off things ♥️♥️♥️ That means a lot to hear. Thank you so much! You’re very kind
A Little More Heart
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 3977
Summary: On a night out with an old friend, Sy meets a woman who catches his interest.
Warnings: Just cursing and a little bit of alcohol
A/N: This could become a series? I’ve got little bits and pieces and some fun ideas. Let me know if you’d be interested in that. I’m new to this part of tumblr and very nervous…
Sullivan’s was pretty barren that night, not that anyone could expect much for this late on a Thursday night. A few regulars warming their usual barstools, making conversation and laying out their woes to a characteristically haggard Billy Sullivan as he filled the pretzel and peanut bowls. A duo of middle aged women talking gratuitous shit at a table near the middle of the room with frequent smoke breaks. A group of four guys, barely on the right side of 21, trying to boost their cool kid points by getting good at pool. One woman sitting at the end of the bar with a notebook, leaning heavily on her forearms in a way that read more fatigue than alcohol consumption. Looked like she was drinking lemonade.
Everyone who had been there when Syverson and Danny walked in two hours earlier was still holding steady.
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Wow you woke up and chose violence today. It’s fine. I’m not gonna cry about it. Don’t look at me.
You’re so KIND and I appreciate you so very much. I’m glad you’re still enjoying this ♥️
A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
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#syverson x reader#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson fanfiction#syverson fluff#henry cavill fanfiction
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Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
“What’re we havin?”
A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
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#syverson x reader#captain syverson x reader#captain syverson fanfiction#syverson fluff#syverson fanfiction#henry cavill fanfiction
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A Little More Heart (2)
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 2821
Summary: You head home after a night at the bar.
Warnings: self-defense related anxiety
A/N: Thank you guys so, so much for all the kindness and support. I was blown away by the responses, and I truly appreciate it so much. So I’ve decided to keep going. I hope you’ll come on this little journey with me. I took the liberty of tagging the people who said they wanted to see more (it didn’t let me add some of you, but I did try). If you’d like me to take you off the list, just let me know!
Previous Chapter
You focused on taking deep, slow breaths as you walked along the side of the road, debating whether it was worth it to lose what little night vision you had by turning on your phone flashlight. You didn’t love the idea of not being able to see outside of the little circle of light it would provide, but you also didn’t love the idea of being hit by an unsuspecting car.
You don’t know why you had walked to the bar in the first place. It wasn’t like you. But your cousin had called when she heard you were in town, sounded so excited to meet up with you after her shift at the hospital and promised to pick you up from the bar at 10:00. You didn’t know her very well anymore, hadn’t been a part of her life in a long time, but you’d had no reason to distrust her.
After lingering in the parking lot for a good fifteen minutes with three calls gone to voicemail, you really hadn’t had any other choice but to start walking. In a town this small, there were no cab companies or ride shares to call. People relied on family and friends to get them around when they found themselves without a car. And you were short on both.
Just as you pulled your phone from your pocket, headlights pierced the darkness, carving yellowed wedges of light onto the wet pebbledash road. A vehicle was approaching from the way you came. You moved even further off the road into the grass, and the driver flashed their headlights twice, acknowledging you.
You raised a hand in gratitude as the truck rolled past you, but the light feeling was short lived as it pulled over in front of you. You sighed.
It should have been a relief, an alternative to your long walk in the pitch black summer night, but instead it called to mind the first two minutes of every crime procedural you’d ever seen. And you really weren’t in the mood to be murdered.
No one got out, but the cab light turned on, and you heard the passenger side window roll down. You took a moment to weigh your options, kneeling down for a moment in the damp grass as if retying your boot while you slipped the small utility knife out of the sheath you kept strapped around your ankle while traveling. You’d been raised to be prepared for the worst, especially when alone or around men. Anyone who wanted to harm you was sure as hell gonna bleed first.
You approached the truck with slow steps, keeping your hand angled to hide the knife along the line of your thigh.
“Now I know you didn’t survive traveling this long on your own by walking on unlit country roads at night.”
You heard him before you saw him, brows furrowed in confusion as you drew even with the passenger window.
Sy. The guy from the bar. Under normal circumstances you can honestly say you would’ve been happy to see him again. But the current setting had you very on edge and reluctant to let your guard down.
“Not my preferred transportation,” you said carefully, looking him over.
For his part, it seemed like he was doing his very best to be nonthreatening, all the cab lights were on now, and he was leaning over slightly so that you could see his face fully lit and framed in the window. His hands were open, empty, and visible, one on the wheel and the other on the dash.
“Everything okay? Didn’t see a car broken down, but it’s real fuckin dark out tonight.”
You blew out a breath, hand flexing around the knife handle as you tried to decide how honest to be.
“Uh, yeah… my ride was late, and I got tired of waiting. Figured I’d get a head start.”
Sy frowned a little, eyes glancing at the rearview in search of other headlights. His fingers tapped restlessly on the dash.
“What are the chances you’d let me give you a ride?”
“Not great,” you admitted. “I mean, I enjoyed hanging out with you, but as much as we talked, we never got to topics like… your stance on murder and body disposal.”
Sy nodded slowly.
“Understood… You could take a picture of me if you want. And my license plate. Text it to everyone in your contacts.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“You’d be okay with that?”
“Hell, I’ll sit in the truck bed and let you drive yourself if that’s what it takes to get you home safely. I’m not feeling too great about leaving you out here by yourself.”
You hesitated for a moment, looking up and down the road again. Still no other cars.
Fuck it.
“Alright…”
Sy held perfectly still while you raised your phone and took his picture, sending it to your grandma, useless cousin, sister, brother in-law, and editor for good measure. Your phone’s flash blinded you for a second as you took a picture of the license plate moments later and sent it to the same list.
“You wanna drive?” Sy asked, leaning across the passenger seat to push the door open when you finished.
“No thanks. Are you armed?”
“No, ma’am.”
You gave a final nod before climbing into the passenger seat. Sy’s brows raised when he clocked the knife in your hand, but he chose not to comment.
“Where am I driving to?” he asked as you closed the door behind you.
“My grandma lives down on Azalea. I’ll tell you where to turn.”
“Got it.”
Sy pulled his truck back onto the road, and your leg started bouncing almost instantly. You forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. It was clean in here, at least. Surprisingly so. Smelled like leather and pine, without the help of a green paper tree hanging from the rearview mirror.
Sy’s eyes flickered towards you for a second before returning to the windshield.
“Anything I could be doing right now to make you less nervous?”
“Don’t think so,” you sighed. “Sorry, it’s not that I distrust you specifically, I just…”
“I know. I get it.”
A few minutes passed in relative silence before he tried again.
“You always carry a knife with you?”
You raised an eyebrow, turning away from the window to stare at him.
“Knives. That’s what you wanna have a conversation about right now.”
He scrunched up his face in a way you fought hard not to find endearing.
“Knew as soon as it was outta my mouth…”
“So stupid,” you laughed quietly.
“I’m just not used to seeing a woman carrying anything bigger than a pocketknife, is all.”
“I think you might be surprised. Concealed knives may not be conventionally ladylike, but they make us harder to murder. I think it’s a fair trade.”
“Making yourself harder to murder… Inconsiderate.”
That surprised a laugh out of you so abrupt and genuine it made you honest-to-god snort. Sy glanced over at you with a rapidly growing grin of his own as you struggled to speak.
“So fucking rude,” you agreed through your laughter, your stomach giving a little flip as the low sound of his laughter joined yours.
And just like that, as your laughter faded to giggles and Sy’s to a charming half smile, the tension left your muscles for the first time since exiting the bar. It was back to how it was before, back to glances and smiles and a strange level of comfort between strangers.
You felt kind of…. Well, not stupid. But silly maybe.
“I’m sorry for, um…” You gestured vaguely backwards, and Sy shook his head.
“Don’t be. Trust me, I get it. You gotta do what you can to keep yourself safe. Not always easy to know what that is.”
You thought about the silver chain you’d glimpsed earlier. Retired military, he’d said. Of course he’d get it.
“It sucks that you get it,” you said.
He shrugged.
“It sucks that you have to do it in the first place.”
“Yeah…” you said softly, looking down at the knife you were now holding loosely in your lap. It was too dark for you to safely put it away. You didn’t love the idea of accidentally stabbing yourself in the leg.
When you lifted your head again, you caught Sy in the process of looking away. Before you could call him on it, you noticed a small pond drawing closer through the windshield.
“Take this next turn,” you said, pointing. “And it’s the third house on the right.”
Sy nodded, following your directions without comment.
You smiled a little to yourself as you looked out the window again. Your grandmother had lived in the same house in the same little neighborhood - if you could even call it that - for your entire life. Even with the old globe streetlamps so few and far between, you knew exactly what was out there in the dark night. The road sat high, built up to avoid pooling and flooding with the frequent rains, and the houses sat far back from the road and low enough in elevation that the rooftops were barely even with the street level. The road and the properties were heavy with tall, skinny pine trees, taller than any you’d seen anywhere else. As a kid, you’d have sworn they helped hold up the sky.
Your grandmother’s house sat at the edge of the neighborhood, and a dense forest started at the back of her property line, held at bay by a wrought iron fence that circled the whole yard, complete with a gate across the driveway, blocking access to the patio, carport, and yard. It was the only house in the neighborhood with a light on by the front door, the only house still waiting on someone to come home.
“You can stop here,” you said as Sy approached the top of the driveway.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I don’t want the dogs to go crazy and wake my grandma up.”
“Okay,” he said, putting the truck in park. “I’ll just wait up here until you make it inside, if that’s alright.”
You gave a nod, reaching for the door handle when he spoke again.
“And I... Sorry for scaring you. Hope I didn’t make you too uncomfortable.”
“You did everything you could’ve done to make it easier,” you said with a small shrug and a smile. “And for the record… if there were more men like you around, I probably wouldn’t have to carry this so often.” You tapped the hilt of the knife.
Sy didn’t seem to have any words to add to that, just gave you a slow nod.
The cab light clicked on automatically when you opened the door, and you took advantage of the light, crossing your ankle over your knee and tugging up your pant leg to replace the knife in its small sheath, adjusting your sock and boot to keep it stable. Sy watched the process without comment, finger tapping idly on the steering wheel and eyes lingering slightly on your ankle even after you’d pulled your pant leg back down. He cleared his throat and looked away as you hopped out of the truck.
“Have a good night.”
“Yeah, you too. Thanks for the ride.”
“Any time,” he said, a small smile crossing his face just long enough for you to believe he actually meant it.
You gave one final little nod before closing the door and turning to head down the long driveway. Despite the late hour, everything about it was familiar. The smell of pine and wet concrete. The nighttime symphony of crickets and frogs. The flicker of fireflies far back near the fenceline. You took a deep breath as you approached the gate, drawing the spare set of keys from your bag. You didn’t know how long you were going to stay, how long you even could stay, but if it was “heart” your editor was after, a nice soak in nostalgia certainly couldn’t hurt.
You let yourself in the back door, the same way everyone in your family did. The kitchen light had been left on, and the dogs were already standing there waiting for you, giving soft little woofs of greeting as they crowded your legs. You gave them their required pets and scritches, hushing them as they followed you through the dark house to the front door. You turned the outside light off, watching through the peephole as Sy’s truck drove away moments later.
As you walked down the hallway to the guest bedroom, you sent the all clear texts, assuring everyone you’d made it home safely. Almost immediately, your phone began to buzz, signaling a call from your editor Bonnie. You took the last dark corner at a jog, closing yourself in the guest room before swiping the screen to answer.
“You’re up late,” you said quietly, feeling blindly for the light switch. “Do you ever actually sleep or do you have caffeine in an IV?”
“I’m always awake when my favorite talent is in mortal danger,” she said matter-of-factly.
You smiled.
“Favorite talent or least annoying talent?”
The staticky sigh that followed was a very intentional non-answer.
“You made it safely to Louisiana I assume? And are not currently being murdered by a genetically blessed serial killer?”
“Yeah, I made it fine,” you laughed.
“And the genetically blessed non serial killer is…?”
“Just a local I met. He gave me a ride home when my cousin bailed.”
There was a long silence.
“…And?”
“And…. He didn’t murder me. For which we should both be grateful.”
“Avoiding the details. Interesting.”
“Bonnie.”
“You’re a details kind of woman. The absence is noteworthy.”
“Fine. I met him at the only bar in town, and we talked for about an hour. I left alone. My cousin never showed up. He passed me walking down the side of the road like an idiot and stopped to help. Satisfied?”
“Did you draw him? I bet your readers would love him. Remember that detective you met a few months back? They lost their minds over that handsome face. Half of them wanted you to marry him on the spot.”
“Uh, yeah, I did draw him, but I didn’t keep the picture. It was just for fun. Besides, I wasn’t looking for a story or anything. It was just… bar talk, ya know? Nothing noteworthy.” You tried to keep your tone light, knowing how much Bonnie hated a missed opportunity.
“Hmm. Well, if you see him again, maybe try and find something interesting there.”
“You asked for more heart,” you reminded her. “Which is not something I’m gonna find talking to a random guy. That’s why I’m at my grandmother’s in the first place, remember?”
“Have it your way,” she sighed. “Anyway, just wanted to check in and make sure you didn’t run into any trouble.”
“I appreciate it,” you said. “I’m okay.”
“I’ll let you get some rest, then. Since unlike me, you still sleep.”
“Thanks,” you snorted. “I’ll have the draft of the next post ready for you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.”
The call ended before you could respond, just as it always did, and you were in the process of plugging in your phone when you heard a soft knock.
You peeked out the door to see your grandma standing in the dark hallway, wrapped in her purple housecoat and holding a small flashlight.
“Got up to use the bathroom and heard you talking,” she said in a whisper. “Wanted to say goodnight.”
You smiled, holding your arms out for a hug. She squeezed you much tighter than it looked like she had any right to, pushing the air out of your lungs.
“Goodnight, Nana. Sorry to disturb you.”
“Nonsense,” she said. “Did you have fun?”
“Kat never came. I think she forgot. I had fun anyway though.”
She pulled back from you with a frown.
“You didn’t walk all that way home did you? Oh, that girl is getting an earful from me in the morning!”
“It’s alright,” you laughed, rubbing her shoulder. “Someone gave me a ride. I sent you a picture. You can tell me all about him in the morning.”
“Him who?” she asked quickly. “Do you know his family name?”
“No, sorry. He said his name is Sy?”
“Oh,” she said with a deep exhale, her shoulders relaxing. “Well, that’s alright then. He’s a good boy.”
“Yeah?” you asked with a smile, trying not to laugh.
“Oldest Syverson boy, right? Big beard?”
“Yes.”
“Alright,” she sighed again. “I’ll invite him to dinner tomorrow to thank him. Goodnight, darlin.”
Your eyes widened as she kissed your cheek and turned to head back to her room.
“Oh, I don’t think you need to do all of that! I said thank you!”
She kept walking as if she hadn’t heard you.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”
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I am 100% nervous 100% of the time, yes. And I’m NOT gonna cry about how NICE you are, but I’m gonna flail a little bit.
Thank you thank you thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing it, and I’m happy that it was fun to read too.
I do have little bits of future pieces written because they wouldn’t leave my brain. More than happy to expand them. I’m also thinking about alternating who the narration focuses on with each part. Because I like to create problems for myself on purpose.
Oooooo 👀 That sounds…. Fuckin amazing. And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if it worked it’s way in the story somewhere down the line. I do surely love a protective man 🔥
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this ♥️ I appreciate you!
A Little More Heart
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 3977
Summary: On a night out with an old friend, Sy meets a woman who catches his interest.
Warnings: Just cursing and a little bit of alcohol
A/N: This could become a series? I’ve got little bits and pieces and some fun ideas. Let me know if you’d be interested in that. I’m new to this part of tumblr and very nervous…
Sullivan’s was pretty barren that night, not that anyone could expect much for this late on a Thursday night. A few regulars warming their usual barstools, making conversation and laying out their woes to a characteristically haggard Billy Sullivan as he filled the pretzel and peanut bowls. A duo of middle aged women talking gratuitous shit at a table near the middle of the room with frequent smoke breaks. A group of four guys, barely on the right side of 21, trying to boost their cool kid points by getting good at pool. One woman sitting at the end of the bar with a notebook, leaning heavily on her forearms in a way that read more fatigue than alcohol consumption. Looked like she was drinking lemonade.
Everyone who had been there when Syverson and Danny walked in two hours earlier was still holding steady.
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Thank you so much! I appreciate it more than I can say! 💕 I’ll definitely work more on part 2 later today!
A Little More Heart
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 3977
Summary: On a night out with an old friend, Sy meets a woman who catches his interest.
Warnings: Just cursing and a little bit of alcohol
A/N: This could become a series? I’ve got little bits and pieces and some fun ideas. Let me know if you’d be interested in that. I’m new to this part of tumblr and very nervous…
Sullivan’s was pretty barren that night, not that anyone could expect much for this late on a Thursday night. A few regulars warming their usual barstools, making conversation and laying out their woes to a characteristically haggard Billy Sullivan as he filled the pretzel and peanut bowls. A duo of middle aged women talking gratuitous shit at a table near the middle of the room with frequent smoke breaks. A group of four guys, barely on the right side of 21, trying to boost their cool kid points by getting good at pool. One woman sitting at the end of the bar with a notebook, leaning heavily on her forearms in a way that read more fatigue than alcohol consumption. Looked like she was drinking lemonade.
Everyone who had been there when Syverson and Danny walked in two hours earlier was still holding steady.
Keep reading
#syverson x reader#captain syverson x reader#syverson fanfiction#captain syverson fanfiction#henry cavill fanfiction
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A Little More Heart
[Syverson x Reader]
Word Count: 3977
Summary: On a night out with an old friend, Sy meets a woman who catches his interest.
Warnings: Just cursing and a little bit of alcohol
A/N: This could become a series? I’ve got little bits and pieces and some fun ideas. Let me know if you’d be interested in that. I’m new to this part of tumblr and very nervous…
Sullivan’s was pretty barren that night, not that anyone could expect much for this late on a Thursday night. A few regulars warming their usual barstools, making conversation and laying out their woes to a characteristically haggard Billy Sullivan as he filled the pretzel and peanut bowls. A duo of middle aged women talking gratuitous shit at a table near the middle of the room with frequent smoke breaks. A group of four guys, barely on the right side of 21, trying to boost their cool kid points by getting good at pool. One woman sitting at the end of the bar with a notebook, leaning heavily on her forearms in a way that read more fatigue than alcohol consumption. Looked like she was drinking lemonade.
Everyone who had been there when Syverson and Danny walked in two hours earlier was still holding steady.
Keep reading
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