Captain Syverson One Shots / Drabbles

The Customer (Fluff)

Summary: You are having the worst day at work and just when you think things can't get worse, you are surprised by an unlikely visitor.

Pairing: Syverson x Reader (no mention of ethnicity or body type)

Words: 913

Warnings: Period cramps, fluff.

The Customer

Raw, gnawing pain wove within your womb, the convulsing pressure so tight you felt the unbidden desire to hurl or at least seek a ditch to crawl into and cry your agony away.

Sadly, there were still a couple of hours left before you finished your shift, and rather than snuggling on your couch at home, watching Clueless for the 400th time, you were forced to smile at people and pretend you are as bright as a daisy when you knew for sure you looked like something that slithered its way out of hell.

"You okay there, sunshine?" A low gravelly timbre greeted as a customer stood before you.

You made no effort to meet his face, your weary eyes peering at nothing while you leaned on the counter, wishing you were anywhere but here.

"Peachy..." you retorted listlessly.

The man chuckled lightly, placing something heavy on the cashier's desk that made the polished wood rumble beneath your elbows.

"Great, because I'd really like to pay for these."

Deeply, you sighed and stretched to stand up. Your eyes flew to briefly meet the customer when your heart dropped to your bawls and your cheeks caught in flame.

Of course, from all days, the Captain had to visit the hardware store today, when you felt and looked horrendous.

Every girl in town worshipped Big Sy, and you were no exception, though; could anyone blame you? He was no man but an Adonis, 'The God of War' as the townsmen used to call him for his good looks and occupation. Whenever Sy came home from one of his deployment, the girls would run around in silly attempts to hook up with him, but Sy was always too busy running errands for his ma, fixing the old farmhouse and meeting with his boys at the local pub during the nights.

"Sure you're okay, Sunshine?" Sy asked again, tilting his head to get a better look at you which only made you wish the earth would open up and swallow you alive.

"Mhmm," you nodded and reached for the heavy toolbox placed on the desk. Your hands shook as you attempted to lift it and scan the barcode.

"Here, let me help," Sy insisted and, with one hand, lifted the heavy toolbox for you. Bulging veins decorated his solid, lengthy arms, though his hands, as oil-stained and dirty as they were, seemed so elegant looking. You couldn't help but wonder how they would feel caressing your forearms and perhaps even tight against your aching belly. Would they be callous? Or soft? Would their warmth take away the twinge? He seemed rather tepid in his fiery red t-shirt and the stains of sweat that dampened the fabric around his collar.

The loud beep of the scanner brought you back to reality. Sy grinned and lifted a large hammer for you to scan next.

"That'll be all, Sy?" you asked.

The Captain arched an eyebrow and then smiled cockily, his cerulean eyes filled with light. It was at that moment you realised you weren't supposed to know his name. Oh god! You hoped for some sudden cataclysmic event to end your suffering right here, right now.

"That'll be all, sunshine," he said and reached for his wallet, fishing for a crumpled bill of 50s and held it between his fingertips. Feeling your entire face burning with shame, you snatched the cash and make the fastest work ever of finalising the purchase.

Grabbing his equipment, Sy bit his bottom lip languidly and scanned you up and down.

"I'll see you around." He winked and then turned around and walked out of the store. The moment the door shut behind him, you slumped onto the desk and breathed out as if you've been holding your breath this entire time. You thought this day couldn't get any worse, but apparently, you were proven wrong, and now, for some stupid reason, tears began to gather in your eyes.

You always had this fantasy that you would bump into Sy at the street, or maybe at the pub - when you are wearing a tight summer dress, looking insanely attractive and making his head spin. This was far from what you dreamed of, and now you could only assume whatever chance you had with Sy was all but gone.

Holding back the will to cry, you swallowed the dryness in your throat and rubbed your damp eyelids when the door flew open, and the Captain marched in once again.

"Oh," you jumped to your feet and fixed your hair absentmindedly, "did you forget something?"

"Yeah," Sy answered, his voice low and loud, drenched with confidence, "forgot my damn manners."

Bemused, you frowned and shook your head when Sy placed his elbows onto the counter and gave you a piercing glare. "Ma'am, I don't know what your manager did or said to you today. If you want me to kick his ass, I might, but before that, I'd like to know when your shift ends because I see a young woman in desperate need of some ice cream, and I know the best place in town."

Unable to explain to him the real situation, you chuckled nervously and looked away, "my shift ends in a couple of hours..."

Syverson tapped his fingers onto the desk and nodded.

"See you in two hours then," he sang and then turned toward the exit before giving you another wink.

For the next 10 minutes, you stood there gaping.