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[ellethespaceunicorn]

I can't stop envisioning Mikey fucking you to this song. Or August as well. Or both of them.

Just, like, I feel like I need to write this. But, like who do I choose? I've never written either, maybe I can do both????

HELP??

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Puppy Love Part 2

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Starring: Dad!Syverson, Mike, guest appearance; August Walker

Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Thank you @deandoesthingstome and @itsrubberbisquit for suggesting I write Puppy love from Sy's perspective, so here it is! I whipped it up pretty quickly, and also there's not all that much to say. Because Sy is not only a man of few words, he's also... a boydad. Far fewer problems!

I had to name August's daughter, I couldn't get it done without a name without sounding incredibly awkward, sorry! Her name's Victoria now!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @mayloma @summersong69 @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (still not allowed to tag you, sorry :( )

“I’m going out!” Mike walked past you on the way to the door.

“Okay,” you replied, not taking your eyes off the game.

“James,” your wife hissed — at you, you knew, because despite having been given the same name as you, your son chose to use his middle name. “Where are you going?”

“I have a date?” he answered.

“Have fun,” you said, before catching an elbow to your upper arm from your wife. “What?”

“James William Syverson, a bit more of an interest in your son’s life wouldn’t kill you!” Oh, that. You were trying to watch the game for God’s sake!

“He turned eighteen a month ago, sugar. If he has a date, let him go on his date!”

“Who is this girl? And where are you taking her? When will you get back?” Your wife fired the questions at Mike in rapid succession, and he sighed.

“Victoria Walker. We’re going to see a movie, and I’ll be back after I drop her off,” he answered with an annoyed sigh. You didn’t blame him.

“Let him go,” you said quickly when you saw your wife was about to throw more questions his way.

“So, Walker didn’t kill you?” you said softly when you heard the front door close.

“Oh, you’re still up?” Mike asked. He was a few minutes late, but your wife was already asleep, so she didn’t need to know. “You, eh… You know Mr. Walker?”

“We went to college together. And I dated his wife in high school,” you said with a sigh.

“Okay. Cool,” he answered. “I’m off to bed.”

“Son, sit down,” you said.

“Yeah, ‘no means no’, condoms… Pretty sure we’ve had this chat six times since I turned fifteen or something.”

“Sit.” This kid.

He flopped down on the couch and rolled his eyes. “What?”

“Are you serious about this girl?” You asked, finally taking your eyes off the TV and looking at Mike. One look said it all. Poor fool.

He shrugged. “I like her. I really want to go out with her again.” He was fidgety — more so than he normally was.

“Then you listen to me, son,” you said in a serious tone. “Her father does not like me. If you don’t want to get banned from that house, you’re gonna have to be on your best behavior.”

“He’s mad because you dated Mrs. Walker in high school?” Mike asked.

“Eh… Might have been the fact that I made a pass on her when they were… I think they’d been together for about two years, I—”

“Dad!”

“Yeah, well… He married her, didn’t he? Water under the bridge, ‘s far as I’m concerned.” You shrugged. You didn’t see how it mattered now, after all these years, but god damn, August Walker held a grudge like you wouldn’t believe.

“Thanks for that,” Mike said with a grin.

“How was I supposed to know you’d go running around with his daughter twenty years later?” you huffed. “Like I said: Best behavior.”

“What do I do?”

“You do what any reasonable man does when his girl’s dad hates his guts,” you said plainly. “You impress her mother.”

“Going out!” Mike yelled before storming out the door, slamming it shut behind him so hard it startled your wife.

“Mike! Come back he—”

“Sugar, let him go,” you said as you took her into your arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “He’s in love.”

“You’re right, he’s not here. But I have an idea where he might be,” you said, gritting your teeth to prevent yourself from taking this anger out on Victoria’s mom. You gave her the address of the club your nephew Will worked at, and hung up the phone. You’d caught him there before — and you didn’t even want to think about the amount of times you hadn’t caught him there.

“This should be good,” your wife groaned as she quickly put on some clothes before rushing down the stairs.

You had trouble fighting back a smile as you watched Walker drag your kids out by the scruff of their necks, and it didn’t get any easier when he started laying into your son for… breaking the rules. Breaking the law.

“How’d you even swing this, James?” you asked when Walker finally let him go. He protested, correcting you on the name you’d used. The hell he was. “Not when I’m this goddamn mad at you it isn’t, son.”

“That’s a month for you, too, young man,” your wife said. Nothing to add to that. Except maybe…

“We might have to start that two weeks from now, so the two of you won’t be spending time together for the foreseeable future. Car. Now.”

“Mom, can you spare some flowers?” Mike was having dinner over at the Walkers’ tonight, and he was visibly nervous. As he should be. You remembered all the times you’d been quaking in your boots before stepping into a girlfriend’s house like it all happened yesterday.

Your wife rushed downstairs to the store, and Mike sat down on the couch next to you. “Is he ever going to stop hating me?” he asked softly, clearly worried. “I really like her. I… I think I want to ask her to prom. But what if he doesn’t let her go with me?”

“You’ll be fine, kid,” you reassured him. Walker had to have grown up in the meantime, right? “He married a reasonable woman.” That was all the comfort you could give him, unfortunately.

“Here,” your wife said as she came back upstairs with a beautiful bouquet. She was good at her job. Always had been. “Give these to her mother and thank her for the invitation. And give these to her.”

“He’s letting her go!” Mike yelled all of a sudden.

“Mike, put that phone away,” your wife snapped. This happened every single night. “Letting her go where?”

“Prom! We’re going to prom!” he cheered.

You exchanged looks with his mother. “You do realize she won’t just be going,” she said calmly, “but you’ll be taking her?”

As if the poor guy wasn’t nervous enough already. It didn’t seem like he’d thought this all the way through just yet. “Shit.”

“Language!” you said.

“Sorry. What do I do?”

“For starters, you pick her up on time. And clean that car,” you said in between bites.

“Bringing her mother more flowers couldn’t hurt,” your wife mused. Part of it was just that she liked making people bouquets. You chuckled softly as she continued: “And she’ll need a corsage. What color is her dress?”

“Eh, some kind of blue or green, I think?” Couldn’t blame him for that one.

“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, I’ll ask her mother!”

“Am I in trouble?” Mike asked when he came home late the day after prom.

“I’m actually surprised to see you here in one piece,” you said. Yeah, he was in trouble, alright? But you’d be lying if you said you weren’t also at least a little proud of him. He gave you the rundown of what had happened that night — no, not that part! — and you laughed. Walker, you son of a bitch.

“I was going to sneak back, I mean…”

“Be glad he saved you from that, I might’ve actually punched you,” you sneered. “Might not’ve been your first time, but it was hers, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” Mike said with a guilty look on his face.

“Planning on sneaking out on a girl after that. You should be ashamed of yourself. I know I didn’t teach you that!”

“I’m gonna ask her to marry me.” He sounded sure, but his voice was shaky, nonetheless.

“’Bout damn time,” you chuckled. They’d been together for over six years, she’d graduated college — him... Not so much, but he had a good job doing something with computers you didn’t understand jack shit about.

“That’s wonderful, Mike!” your wife cheered as she wrapped her arms around her son. Your son. Best not to think about how far he’d come. Would be enough to bring a man to tears. “Do you need nana’s ring?”

“Actually…”

“I reckon he hasn’t talked to Walker yet,” you said, fully under the impression that that was still somehow part of the plan, although…

“Vic would kill me, dad,” Mike scoffed. “But she told me about her grandmother’s ring… So, I’ll have to go pick that up from them at some point.”

“Better make it quick, son,” you laughed, “I can see your mother’s already busy planning the whole thing.”

“So,” he said as he looked at himself in the mirror one last time. It had only taken him about seven tries and a little bit of your help to get that damn tie straight. “Now that you can’t really tell me to not do anything stupid anymore, since that’ll be her job now… What are you going to tell me?”

“That I’m proud of you, kid.”

[blackwood4stucky]

Catch Up Game

tagged by @moodymelanist 🩶

Last song I listened to: Lose It x Sebastian Mikael

Last thing I read: What Happens on Asgard - stucky

Last movie I watched: Dune 2

Last tv show: Citadel

Last thing I googled: Princess Irulan's opening monologue 😅

Last thing I ate: a double cheeseburger w/ grilled onions & fries

Sweet, salty, or savory: salty & savory

Sleep: 100/10 would reccommend

Currently reading: Burning Oranges - narusasu

no pressure tags: @ellethespaceunicorn, @gyokujyn, @capsicle13, @kingofsorrow20, @katie-delaney, and any others that would like to play!

[deandoesthingstome]

Shuffle your on repeat list and share the first 10 songs

Thank you @itbmojojoejo (is that you? i hardly recognize you 😅😂🤣)! You know, I've been tagged a few times in similar song games and I've avoided it because I am currently curating my Summer 2024 playlist for the family beach vacation (which is always a certain vibe) and that list only has 9 songs, sooooo..... (and I won't pull from Liked songs cause that shit's waaaaaayyyyy too random and I don't listen to that list on repeat sooooo.....

1. BODYGUARD - Beyoncè

2. Houdini - Dua Lipa

3. Murder on the Dancefloor - Sophie Ellis-Bextor

4. Too Sweet - Hozier

5. Feather - Sabrina Carpenter

6. Espresso Sabrina Carpenter (this will have to be moved eventually; I simply cannot have two songs by the same artist side-by-side on the same playlist, but we're still in the planning stages; editing comes later)

7. Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

8. Run Your Mouth - The Marías

9. Changes - Empire of the Sun

That's it. That's all I can give you and it's the whole list for now. If anyone wants to check out the vibe and tell me if I should put any of these first Spotify-suggestions on the list, lemme know. I often find this particular algorithm of their's to be sorely lacking (though the one I wish worked the best; like of fucking course I want you to suggest songs that fit this very specific and niche vibe I'm trying to pull off what do you mean you can't read my mind and don't really know how to compare the nuances of the songs in your vast repertoire and give me what i don't even know i'm looking for? It's almost as if you aren't real, Spotify...)

If you've tagged me and I'm retagging, sorry not sorry! Have fun again anyway! 😘 @geralts-yenn @mayloma @raccoon-eyed-rebel @ellethespaceunicorn @littlefreya (not tagging anyone else because I don't need one more paragraph in this already-too-long lazy Sunday ramble)

[peyton-warren]

Blinded by the Fog Chapter 9

Characters: Reader, Captain Syverson Pairings: Reader x Syverson, Jake Jensen x Reader Word count: 3686 Type: angst and fluff Warning: 18+. Minors DNI. You will need tissues according to my beta. Guilt, self-depreciation, self-doubt, loss of spouse and found family, swearing, adorably adorablness and sickeningly sweet Sy. Summary: Reader and Sy have their first official date.

Author's Note: So many people to thank for this one. Thank you to @ellethespaceunicorn for the beta and for helping me through some rough spots in this. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for her continued support and betaing. Thank you to @sarahdonald87 and @geralts-yenn for listening to me whine about this chapter their support.

Ask Box: Open

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Chapter 8 The following night you put your car into park next to Sy’s truck in his driveway a few minutes before you were scheduled to arrive for your first official date.  You nervously looked at yourself in the mirror, looking for imperfections for the thousandth time even though Aaran Syverson had already seen you at one of the lowest moments in your entire life just a few short weeks ago and still wanted to see you tonight.  

Flipping your visor back in place, you reached for the handle of the door, reminding yourself and the nervous butterflies that this was your idea.  Last night after you had assured Madre that you had made it home safe and sound, Sy and you talked more about apprehensions you both had and what you both wanted moving forward.  And it was quickly but delicately decided you would try actually dating.  That alone made you feel like a teen again, filled with excitement about seeing Sy in a more intimate way and also supplied you with dread at attempting to date in a town that seemed to be overstocked with people who knew about your recent loss.  You knew it was absurd to assume everyone who might see the two of you out together would think you were the world’s worst widow, but your brain would not let that possibility go.  Sy’s compromise was to have your first official date at his house the following night, he would cook for you. This plan seemed simple enough. The perfect combination of everyone’s wishes. But you couldn’t help the nerves now that it was here as you approached his front door, fidgeting with the skirt of your new dress for the millionth time.  

The new dress..... The one you had run off over an hour away to purchase this morning, deeming everything in your closet to be too tied to your husband, unable to shake the feeling you were cheating on Jake by agreeing to see Sy.  If you had new clothes, clothes your husband had never seen, never touched, it would make this semi-okay in your brain.  And speaking of never touched, you also took it upon yourself to buy yourself new lingerie.  You blushed hotly at the thought of the pastel purple set you were currently wearing under your dress.  You weren’t entirely sure you were ready to sleep with Aaran yet, but if it came up - excuse the pun- you were certain new undergarments should eliminate a portion of your hesitation.  

As you reached the door, you raised your hand to knock, only to have it opened before your knuckles could touch the painted surface.  You jumped, squeaked, and nearly dropped one of your gifts in your hands as you hid the second one behind your back with a rustle.  “Oh hi!” you tried to sound casual and normal as you looked up at your host leaned against his door.  And as your eyes flowed over him from toe to head, all rational thought disappeared from your brain, and you are fairly certain you need a bib.  

Dressed in jeans and dark blue collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and barefoot, Aaran exuded comfort and confidence all in one, something you wished you could say you felt at the same time. Your eyes landed on his sparkling blue ones as he finished his own perusal of you, making you flush as his eyes crinkle in the corner as his smile widened.   

“You look lovely,” he assured you, gesturing for you to step over the threshold by opening the door wider and stepping back with a nod.

Flustered, your eyes flitted around to find a safe place to land that was not on Sy as you entered his home. “Oh, I brought you these,” you stuttered, holding the hand not behind your back to offer him the six-pack of his favorite beer.  As his fingers brushed yours in the handle, you gasped, and looked up at him, his eyes trained on your face, the look both adoring and curious. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice comforting and alluring, and seeming to flow over you in a way that it had not just a few days ago, seeming to almost coat your soul.  

Self-consciously, your hand dropped from the handle, choosing to grip the side of your skirt.  “You’re welcome.  Oh and you look nice too,” you admitted, your voice just this side of stuttering.  You suddenly felt very silly about your second gift for Sy, realizing what you thought might be a fun and playful gesture might not come across that way.  You felt self conscious and awkward as he waited expectantly for your final reveal.  

On your way to his house when you stopped to grab the beer, you stood by the display filled with bouquets of flowers, partly thinking it would be a cute idea, that he would likely do the same if he showed up at your house to pick you up for a real first date instead of this hiding away game you were forcing the two of you to play because of your own insecurities about being recently widowed.  You had stood before the display trying to pick out the perfect bunch.  You wondered if Sy even had a favorite flower.  And if he did what would it be.  Are there any flowers Texas was known for?   And you realized quickly you didn’t know much about Texas or the man you were joining for dinner.  

“I have to get back to cooking,” Sy said softly, breaking you from your thoughts.  “Make yourself comfortable.  Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.  “A beer?” He raised the bottles in his hand with a soft smile, before wandering toward the kitchen at a slow pace, half watching you.  

“Water is great and I know where it is,” you insisted.  

“Nonsense,” he insisted, popping the beers in the fridge and pausing at the stove to stir something.  “Let me get it for you, grab a seat.” 

You entered his kitchen to be greeted by familiar lovely smells. “Oh my god, is that-“ you paused, smelling again, craning your neck to look at the stove from the doorway.  

Sy’s face broke into a broader smile from the sink  “It is.  I remembered how much you liked it when I made it for you a few weeks ago,” he stated, settling a glass of water near the stools at the breakfast bar.  

Your smile matched his as you watched him turn back to the stove.  “It smells as amazing as I remember. Can I do anything to help?”  

Sy glanced over his shoulder at you, a calming looking on his face.  “You can sit there and tell me about your day,” he insisted.  

You glanced at the stools and then recognized you still held your other hand behind your back.  “Hey before I do that, do you have a vase?” The eyebrow of meow appeared again and coasted high on his forehead.  “A vase?” he asked questionably, still looking at you from over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” you responded, blushing.

He dropped the spoon to the stove top and nodded, licking his thumb and forefinger.  You couldn’t stop yourself from focusing on his tongue and lips as he made a soft, subtle smacking noise.  “I do,” he admitted, heading towards you, noting the look on your face with a small smirk.  You stood frozen in place as he got within an arm's reach, all the while his eyes were trained on yours.  At the last moment before he would have bumped into you, he sidestepped, brushing his arm against the one you had tucked behind your back, a half-attempt to look at what you had hidden, as if he didn’t have a clue after your one question.  “But there’s a problem,” he softly admitted, as you turned, keeping your front facing him while bending your body back to keep his last gift out of his view.  He walked into a small room off of the kitchen that you had not ventured into during your last visit, and you followed through the open folded french doors.  On the other side was a small but well appointed dining room, and in the middle of it sat a beautifully set table, including a vase in the center filled with simple daisies with a few peace roses speckled throughout them, complementary greens in between and flowing from a glass vase.  

You let out a small gasp, with a soft smile.  “Those are lovely,” you admitted, mentally comparing them to the grocery store tulips behind your back.  

“We can find a glass for the ones you are hiding.” Sy teased, making you awkwardly offer them to him.  “They are lovely too,” he told you, taking them from you, before kissing your cheek.  “You are so sweet to bring them.” 

With your skin tingling from his affections, you shrugged.  “They are just-” 

With a gentle look over his shoulder, Sy cut you off.  “The first flowers anyone ever gave me,” he amended.  “And I love them, thank you.”

Following him back into the kitchen, you watched as he grabbed a tall pint glass from the cupboard before glancing at the stove.  “Could you do the honors?” he asked, gesturing to the flowers he had laid on the counter by the sink.  “I need to finish dinner.”

“Oh of course of course!”   You slipped your shrug off, draping it over a chair as you moved quickly to the sink as he headed to the stove.  “I need a sharp knife,” you stated after looking at the bottom of the stems realizing they were dry and likely not getting any water.  

Sy didn’t move from his spot but gave you directions to find a knife to your liking.  The kitchen filled with comfortable silence along with the soft music coming from somewhere, you finally realized Sy had music playing throughout the house since you stepped foot into the house.  You usually were the same though lately you had forgone music in your everyday life because every song seemed to remind you of Jake or another Loser.  Soon you found yourself moving to Stone Free, humming along with the Hendrix song as you trimmed the ends of the flowers, placing them in the glass filled with water one by one.  If you weren’t mistaken, you might have caught Sy watching you from the stove as he filled bowls and plates with your meal.  

As you put the last bloom into the glass, the song changed and your face lit up.  “I haven’t heard this song in ages,” you lamented as Mick Jagger began singing about being free to do what he wants, any old time.   Setting the makeshift vase and its contents on the counter closer to the stove, you sang softly with Jagger as you turned to look at Sy only to find him right next to you. With a growing grin on his face, he reached for you, and pulled you into his arms, one winding around your back.  Biting your lip you looked up at him while you slid your hand into his.  With very little effort, Sy carefully danced you between the counter and the center island of his kitchen.  Eyes always on yours, he led you into the open space of the foyer, making your smile widen as you followed his lead through the house.  

'Cause I'm free

To do what I want

Any old time

Sy spun you, extending his arm for you to step out away from him before drawing you back in, pulling your body flush to his.  With a smirk, he leaned you over, dipping you as the song ended, making your face burst with a smile and a blush.  He held you there for a second,  your chests slightly pressed together, your breathing heavier than normal, staring in each other's eyes.  After a moment’s pause, Sy opened his mouth. “I really want to kiss you right now,” he admitted softly.  

Without a second thought, you simply nodded. “Then I think you should,” you barely whispered, your heart all but bursting from your chest as Sy leaned in to kiss you.  You eagerly met his lips as he pulled you into a standing positions, his hands now sitting on your spine, holding you close to him as one of your hands threaded itself through the hairs on the back of his neck, a couple of the fingers on the other hand gently gripping at the front of his shirt, sliding around one of the buttons.  Standing on your tiptoes, your lips melded with his.  At first the kiss was gentle and sweet but as Sy’s lips parted, and his tongue stroked across your lower lip, the temperature shifted.  All thought disappeared from your brain, the world disappeared, all concerns about the impropriety of this flew out the window as your tongues stroked over each other and your breathing increased.  Sy’s hand slid up your back to tangle in the hair at the base of your neck, your fingers almost matching in pressure as your kiss continued to escalate, getting lost in each other until you heard an annoying buzzer sound from the kitchen.  

Sy pressed his forehead to yours after pulling his mouth away, but made no move to detangle himself from you.  “Dinner’s gonna get cold,” he admitted.  

Your eyes stayed closed as you shrugged, not wanting to move.  “What’s ‘dinner’?”

He guffawed before kissing your nose.  “God you are adorable.”  Your grin widened as you blinked your eyes open, looking at him as he slowly released you.  Not letting go of your hand, he led you back into the kitchen.  “Can I help get this to the table?” you asked. 

Within a few minutes, the two of you were seated at the table.  This was far from the first meal you had shared, but looking around the table you couldn't help but feel a bit flushed and giddy at the measures Sy had taken for this first date.  The butterflies were still fluttering in your stomach but they had settled some as you began to eat, chatting about your day, about work, about your lives.  All these things were not new topics for the two of you to share, but it felt different, more open, more sincere.  

After dinner, Sy filled your wine glass with water and a pretty slice of lemon before leading you out into his backyard.  There was a cute little setting around a fire pit, a smattering of chairs, and benches, and the pit looked like it was ready to be sparked to life with just a single match.  Overhead were Edison bulbs strung through the trees, giving the faintest of lights.   

You followed him down the slate path, bare feet feeling the residual warmth the stones still held from the disappeared sun. As you settled into the settee, Sy made quick work with the fire, as you had predicted and joined you.   Without a second thought you curled into him, pressing yourself to his side, your head landing on his chest, your hand on his ribs.  At first he extended his arms outward, almost surprised by your actions, but he quickly recovered, draping one arm over your back and shoulder, curling his hand over your upper arm.  His other arm came to rest on his thigh, while he pressed his cheek to the top of your head.   “This ok?” You asked after a moment.  

Sy chuckled. “More than ok, hun.  More than.”  He squeezed you tighter against him. “Why wouldn’t it be?”   

You gently shrugged, eyes focused on the dancing flames in front of you.  “I don’t know.  Because you’ve been sending me different messages.” You felt your cheeks heat up.  “One second you are looking at me like I’m the only woman on the planet, and the next you are pouring me a glass of water so I’m sober enough to go home.”   

“First of all, tonight you are the only woman on the planet as far as I’m concerned,” he admitted into your hair.  “Secondly,” he paused as he wrapped his other arm around you, holding you firmer to him. “You are going home tonight.”  His arms tightened as you stiffened against him, your hand landing on his chest to push  away from him, as if he just insulted you by making decisions for you.  “This is our first date,” he reminded you.  “It wouldn’t be proper or right for anything else to happen except a lovely kiss goodnight at my door.”

Your brain warred for a few moments. Both touched and annoyed at his thoughts. “But what if I wanted more?” you ask even though you honestly didn’t know if you wanted more than what he was extending to you tonight.  You’d be a liar if you hadn’t thought about what sex with Sy would be like. But you also knew you were terrified at taking that next step with him.  In your mind, that direction was a huge step towards getting over Jake.  And you weren’t sure you wanted to get over him yet.  You weren’t ready to assign him to your past, put him on a shelf. He was, is, forever will be part of you.  

You felt Sy kiss the top of your head, followed by a scruffy peck on your forehead.  His hand cupped you under the chin, turning you to look up at him.  He skimmed his hand over your cheek, catching tears on his thumb, tears you didn’t even know you had cried.  “Because this,” he held up his damp digit.  “Tells me you are just as scared as I am by the next step.”

Your eyes fly from his hand to meet his blue eyes in the shadows cast by the fire light, confused and a little stung by his words.  “You are scared of sleeping with me?” 

Sy sighed, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts.  He tightened his hold on you, his hand landing on your cheek again.  “Yes and no,” he admitted, his eyes slowly opening.  You could see so much swirling in there, wishing you could read them.  “I am partly scared I will wind up just being the man who helps you get over the heartbreak of losing Jake.  That I’m the one who’s gonna put you back together only for you to find someone else when you are whole again.” His words stung hard, piercing through your heart.   

“I am not asking you to put me back together,” you assert, pulling back from him.  You fully extract yourself from him.  “I can do that on my own.  I thought this was something more than just that.” Abruptly you stood, making to move around him, intent on grabbing your things and going.  You didn’t need his pity date.  

“Sugar no,” he expressed, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you back.  He turned on the seat to face you, his legs on either side of you as you stood, arms crossed, staring at the house, not at him.  “This is more than that.  So much more than that,” he assured you, dropping his arm from your waist.  His hand reaches for your arm, gently tugging it from your chest, sliding his hand up your forearm to twine your fingers with his.  After a few silent moments, he sighed.  “I’m just scared,” he admitted.  “Very scared. Of losing you mostly.  You are the best thing to happen to me. Your pain and your struggles only highlight how incredible you are.  I’m scared you are going to get through the pain of losing Jake, and realize I was just something to hold onto so you didn’t lose yourself while you were healing.” You turned to look at him as his voice cracked. “That I was a mistake.”

Tears in his eyes were your undoing, the hurt you felt disappeared. Cupping his cheek, you stepped forward.  “Never a mistake, Sy,” you assured him.  “Never.”  He wrapped his arms around your waist and hips and drew you close to him. He pressed his face to your belly as your hand landed on his head.  “You have been my light, my guiding light as I work through all this. No matter how this works out between us, I will never think of you as a mistake.”  

The two of you stayed like that for an untold amount of time, your hand flowing over his shaved head. His face stuffed into your belly, your thighs pressed to his chest as you stared into the stars beyond the tree limbs surrounding you.  Sy felt right in a way that even Jake never did.  

With guilt you looked up into the sky, hoping Jake could forgive you for that.  You loved him, still loved him so so much. But what you had found with Sy was different, more supportive, more mature, more fulfilling.  You felt more tears fall from your eyes as you stared at the stars, remembering the first time you saw the milky way was with Jake, remembering that your first time for a lot of things was with Jake, remembering there was going to be no more first times with Jake.  

Unexpectedly and surprisingly, Sy drew you into his lap, settling back on the sofa.  Your knees landed on the cushion on either side of his hips as you allowed yourself to be manhandled into his embrace.  You both buried your faces into each other's neck. It was only then that you realized you were crying, nay sobbing.  You clung to Sy as rough as he clung to you, the two of you riding this emotional roller coaster together but separate.  But most importantly together.  Together you could weather whatever was thrown at you.  With him at your side, you could face your fears of the unknown, of the changes that you were going to meet.  You knew you could do it alone but you also knew you didn’t have to as long as he was around.  

Authors Note 2: The first time reader saw the milky way with Jake can be seen here.

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[geralts-yenn]

Music Tag Game

Tagged by @miss-rebel-without-applause

Rules: Once you're tagged (if you want to), go to your "On Repeat" playlist (if you have one), put it on Shuffle and list the first 10 songs that play. Then tag 10 people (if you want to) to see what they're listening to! My 10 are as follows

It's your turn (if you want to) @raccoon-eyed-rebel @deandoesthingstome @peyton--warren @ellethespaceunicorn @cardierreh15

@littlefreya @ylva-syverson @thelastsock @mayloma @poledancingdinos

[gyokujyn]

I got tagged by @hypnxrchy (a music tag game??? be still, my heart!)

The rules are shuffle your ‘on repeat’ playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people. (I don't have an 'on repeat' playlist so I'm hitting random and posting the first 1-2 songs from each playlist I've listened to in the past week. It is blatantly obvious to me where the playlists switch over, lol, and that amuses me.)

I am looking at this list and I have just realized that this doesn't seem to show explicit content while editing on mobile, so blanket warning that several of these songs have either explicit language or content. Hope it shows once posted!

No pressure tags:

@rosduncan @gunshou @annotated-catastrophe @blackwood4stucky @vivelarevolution13 @the-kestrels-feather @lovemesomerafael @katie-delaney @ellethespaceunicorn @olla-kalla

[littlefreya]

Rules: if you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to. Then send this ask to ten of your favorite followers.

I was tagged by @deandoesthingstome and @winter2112rose :)

Alan Wake 2 kinda owned my life since it came out and this song is a serious banger.

Wolf Moon, by Type O Negative, a beautiful, haunting, romantic song about ... :X

Embracing the Seep Token obsession.

It's awesome. Go listen to it.

My ADHD can listen to that song every freaking day :P

No pressure tag:

@captainsy-cookiemonster @wolvesandhoundshowltogether @omgkatinka @eldarwen333 @the-soot-sprite @ylva-syverson @ellethespaceunicorn @luna-aestas @raccoon-eyed-rebel @starynighty @navybrat817 and whoever else wants this :)

[mrs-solo-walker]

Challenge: You're starring in a movie with the last person you saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title.

thanks for tagging @mayloma

this song is so much my ofc girl….

No pressure tags for @ylva-syverson, @ellethespaceunicorn @geralts-yenn, @raccoon-eyed-rebel, @mary-ann84

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I guess I just really like "Dick Appointment" playlists on Spotify. This one for Bucky Barnes pairs really well with @halfofmysoulsblog's Coffee and Cream which features Biker!Bucky.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Not what you think

Masterlist

A/N: Lately, I've been in a sour mood - apparently - and I got into a nasty habit to continuously hurt my boys. Then, @geralts-yenn sent me this fun little prompt - and it just had to be Mike because I've been putting that boy through it, lately, holy shit. So here! Have some more (even more) Mikey fluff...

Pairing: Mike (Hellraiser) x reader (Specifically German!reader, I guess)

Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

Word count: 656

Warnings: None. A little angst. Some German...

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @peaches1958 @sillyrabbit81 @peyton-warren @summersong69 @mayloma @livisss

You looked at him, tears in your eyes. Your entire vacation together hinged on what was going to come out of Mike’s mouth in response to the question you were terrified to ask. In fact, you had been scared to death to even breach the subject for weeks now, but you knew you had to. If he was the lying, cheating bastard you thought he was, he could forget about coming with you on your trip to visit your family. And he could forget about your fantastic home cooking and your fabulous ass. And about you in general. In fact... He could fuck all the way off and never return.  

“What the fuck is going on with you, Mike? You haven’t been yourself lately. And the sneaking around... Are you cheating on me?” Fuck. Too many words... And did you have to sound so desperate? What happened to 'staying strong' and ‘getting to the bottom of this’ and several other girlboss power phrases your friends had thrown at you when you had discussed the situation.  

“No,” Mike said, his voice lacking any emotion. “How can you even think that?”  

Guilt hit you right in the gut. Hard. How could you? Mike would never do that... Would he? You had your reasons to be suspicious... Exhibit A: he had been very distant lately. Exhibit B: regular, unexplained cash withdrawals. Exhibit C: for weeks now, he had been feeding you bullshit about working late, when you knew for a fact that he hadn’t been working any of the nights he said he had been. What the fuck else were you supposed to think? 

“Alright,” Mike said after listening to you ramble on and on about your proof that he had been up to something shady, “I see how that looks bad, and I didn’t think this all the way through... You obviously weren’t supposed to find out and...” 

“Mike!” you yelled, grabbing a pillow off the couch and lobbing it at his stupid head. “Why the fuck does it matter that I wasn’t supposed to find out? What the fuck are you doing, Mike, if you’re not two-timing me with some skank from god knows where? Which, by the way, I’m still not convinced you aren’t!”  

“Babe,” he said, while trying to wrap you up in a hug. No way you were going to let him, so you took a swing at his arms each time they came closer. Eventually, he caught your hands. “Babe, listen. Babe! Ehh… Es ist nicht was du denkst.” 

You looked at him in disbelief for a few moments. “Come again?” 

“It’s not what you think,” he said hastily, eyes on the floor. Yeah, that’s what you thought he’d said. But… Had he been speaking German? That was impossible. Mike didn’t speak German. “I’ve been taking German classes a few nights a week. I… For when we visit your family this summer. I wanted to surprise you.” 

“Can you say that in German?” you blurted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, never happier about having been wrong than you were right now.  

“Hm? Dass ich dich überraschen wollte?” He seemed hesitant, clearly not comfortable speaking your native language, but it was the sweetest thing ever. And he wasn’t half bad, either. He had the cutest American accent. (= 'that I wanted to surprise you?')

“Well, it worked,” you laughed before kissing him. “Sorry I ever doubted you.” 

“Nah,” he shrugged, “I can see that it looked real fishy…” 

“All of this because we will be visiting my family? My parents are going to love this!” you said. “You won’t be able to understand my grandmother, either way.”  

“Not just because we’re visiting your family,” he admitted. As he said it, he sounded so guilty that you almost instantly panicked again. The only thing that kept you from spiraling was the tight hug he gave you. “Ich wollte dich eigentlich auch noch fragen, ob du mich heiraten willst.”  (= I actually also wanted to ask you if you want to marry me.')

[blackwood4stucky]

Aesthetic Board Tag

Tagged by @ellethespaceunicorn

Rules: In a new post, show us a moodboard for one of your fics and go where the vibes take you, babes! 🩶

from what i've tasted of desire, i hold with those who favor fire because the sun also delights in moonlit nights...

From the moment the mystery boy came inside the cafeteria, Bucky knew his soul no longer belonged to him. There was no other conceivable way for him to make sense of the quivering in his lower belly, the pounding of his heart, with just a single look in his direction. That glacial stare turned on him in full force set his blood aflame with want, with desire. He wanted to know more but the boy was surrounded on all sides by what appeared to be a formidable family.

"Who is that?" Bucky asked, his attention solely captured by the blond.

"Oh him? Just another one of the Romanov Children, the good doctor and his wife seem to pick up strays like fruits attract flies." Peggy's posh accent grated on his ears but he listened anyway.

"Peggy, come on. Don't be like that," Sharon said turning to Bucky, nudging him with her shoulder. "That's Steve, Steve Rogers."

musings from a dark twilight stucky au

no pressure tags: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ellemj, @readmymindao3, @spectrumos, @onehundredflamingos, @thepiper0fhameln, @katie-delaney, @gyokujyn, @rosduncan

[geralts-yenn]

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

I got tagged by the lovely @littlefreya - thank you dear! Loved your answers ❤

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen? A winter landscape in pastel colors

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? I can't eat either of them, but if I could, I think I'd choose cheese over chocolate

✨ Do you have any nicknames? No, in high school some friends tried to make "Nini" a thing but I was not a fan

🎵 Last song you listened to? Teardrop - Massive Attack

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction? Started writing 18 months ago - changed my life

😏 Are you on discord? 24/7

 💛 Do you have any piercings? Had ear piercings, would love to have more, but I'm allergic

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person? I always watch out how people treat animals. Also, if someone is rude to retail workers or staff, it's a red flag.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be? lol, idk, an oreo? dark and hard on the outside with a soft core

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person? Both! I always had cats and thought I'd always be a cat person. But then we got the most precious little baby puppy and I absolutely adore her. She's not a puppy anymore but never stopped being the cutest little baby 😍

🎧 Headphones or earbuds? Both 😁 Headphones for sports and when the family is too loud, earbuds for at work when I still need to pay attention to others

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud? "Damn, dog, it's just a vacuum cleaner, it won't eat you!"

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know? lol, that chickens DO have a navel. Had a heated argument with my Dad about that. Sweet memory ❤

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl? Is 3am morning or night?

🧸 Favorite place to nap? The hammock in my garden

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community? I identify as pansexual heteroromantic

🦋 Describe yourself in three words. enthusiastic, awkward, introvert

👖 Jeans or sweatpants? Jeans

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order? Believe it or not, I've never been to a Starbucks. But I drink my coffee black

🧡 A color you can’t stand? Every color has its own beauty

💎 What’s your most prized possession? My house?

☕ Coffee or tea? Both - lol, I'm really good at making decisions 😁

🦖 Favorite extinct animal? Ichthyosaurs - First fossil I've ever seen and combines my love for the ocean and dinosaurs

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr? A year and a month - yes, I'm a tumblr baby

🌴 Desert island item? A lighter

🐸 Describe your aesthetic. Ugh, these are really difficult! Industrial pastel?

🔮 What’s your dream job? Photographer!

💙 Relationship status? So very much in love - for almost 20 years now 😍

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit. Wide black shorts, sage green top, gray cardigan, barefoot (I need summer!)

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to? lol, is there a song I DON'T know the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair? blonde

💌 Do you talk to yourself? I do right now 😁

💄 Do you wear makeup? If I feel like it, I love wearing makeup, but I'm also comfortable going out without makeup

🌸 Best compliment you ever received? "I wish there were more people like you"

💞 @ your favorite blog. @raccoon-eyed-rebel

No pressure tags: @ellethespaceunicorn @peyton-warren @gummydummy19 @mayloma @cardierreh15 @liveoncoffeeandflowersss @martha-oi @lostforparadise

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Listening to my Syverson playlist while writing the next chapter of The Howling in Claw Creek Forest.

And I am once again in my feels over my characters again.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I didn't make this playlist but I have been listening to it for like four hours... It's great.

[ellethespaceunicorn]

I made an August Walker Spotify playlist. Feel free to give it a listen and share. Also, these are mostly rap/hip-hop/club/house/edm. Because I needed the tempo to keep up with August's hip rhythm as he plows into...

Enjoy!!