#matt ocre

[shuotaizawa]

the 12 fics under the ocre x harper tag on ao3 are the only things keeping me afloat at this very moment

#sometimes #just sometimes #the internet is a good place #sand castle #matt ocre #james harper

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 11, 17 mars 1907, Paris. Costume de ville en drap bleu pâle. Modèle de Lachartrouille. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney  

Description de la gravure coloriée:

La jupe très ample dans le bas est cerclée de cinq rangs de ganse de soie noire soulignée d'une ganse bleue; le haut est froncé tout autour. Le corsage fait avec des plis, s'ouvre sur un gilet en satin noir mat; les devants sont garnis de bandes de satin noir brodé; l'encolure est bordée d'un col en broderie ocre guimpe et col droit en dentelle crème ornée de petits boutons d'argent et de passementerie noire. Manches garnies de trois plis religieuse et bordées de poignets en, satin brodé. Ceinture satin mat drapé.

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The very ample skirt at the bottom is encircled with five rows of black silk braid underlined with a blue braid; the top is gathered all around. The bodice made with pleats, opens to a matte black satin waistcoat; the fronts are trimmed with bands of embroidered black satin; the neckline is edged with a collar in ocher embroidery and a straight collar in cream lace adorned with small silver buttons and black trimmings. Sleeves trimmed with three religious pleats and edged with embroidered satin cuffs. Draped matte satin waistband.

#La Mode illustrée #20th century #1900s #1907 #periodical #fashion #fashion plate #cover #color #retouch #cover redo #description #Forney #dress #costume #suit #city #collar #blue #gigot #Lachartrouille #embroidery #pleats

[ashbrat488]

Flower In The Desert - Chapter 1

Captain Syverson Fanfic

Violet enters the medic tent and stands to the side, observing as a medic saws open a cast for another soldier before giving him painkillers. Their eyes meet briefly, and she senses the defeat in his gaze, offering him a small smile. "I'm looking for Sergeant Harper."

The medic turns to her, and the soldier behind him stands up. "A woman? In the desert? In the middle of a war? You don't belong here," the medic scoffs, causing her jaw to tense.

Undeterred by his assumptions, she turns her attention to the other soldier who extends his hand. "Private Ocre. I'm headed that way."

Nodding, she accepts his hand with a smile. "Lieutenant Becker... Violet," she introduces herself as the medic walks away, leaving them alone.

"Matt," he responds, walking out of the tent while she hurries to catch up with him.

She opens her mouth to say something, but seeing him lost in his thoughts, she walks alongside him in silence towards a tent where several men are working out. Immediately, she recognizes the main figure lifting weights and groans inwardly. Following Matt inside, one of the men makes a joke about the guy being gay. She interjects, "I can confirm that."

All eyes turn towards her as Adam Chutsky faces her, a smile forming on his face. "Becker! What the fuck are you doing out here in the desert?"

"That's Lieutenant Becker to you, Sergeant," another man interjects, stepping forward to offer his hand. "Sergeant Harper, I was told you were coming."

She nods, accepting his hand with a smile. "That's correct. But honestly, I only outrank you in title. I'm not here to step on anyone's toes. Except maybe his..." She points towards Chutsky with a smirk, eliciting laughter from the other men. Sensing their scrutinizing gazes, she feels Chutsky attempting to wrap his arm around her, prompting her to frown and swiftly grab his hand, flipping him onto his back. "Don't touch me."

The men burst into laughter as Chutsky groans from the ground, his ego bruised. Another man playfully nudges him with his foot and asks, "How do you two know each other?"

Chutsky quickly gets to his feet, wearing a cocky grin. "You know, just another satisfied customer." He winks at Violet, who scoffs and rolls her eyes, shifting her focus back to Harper.

"I'm assigned as your medic and..."

Harper shakes his head, causing her to halt her words as he leads her to a corner away from the others. "No one else knows what we're doing yet."

"Right. My lips are sealed, sir." She gives him a small nod, sensing his discomfort with having a woman among them. "I assure you, I'm qualified. I've been in the service for nine years and—"

"I'm aware of your qualifications. But being in the thick of it is different. We'll see..."

She sighs, watching him walk away to converse with the men, some of whom glance back at her, studying her. She knows she's in for a challenging experience, earning the respect of these men, but she's more determined than ever.

***

Violet ducks behind the Humvee as Chutsky nudges her shoulder. "You, me and Ocre. Follow me. Ready princess?"

"Don't call me that!" She yells, following him through the streets as they dodge gunfire from a building in the distance. It didn't take long for them to be thrown right in the thick of it, undergoing gunfire in their travel to their destination. She follows him to a building, the team all working in sync, everyone alert as they enter the building and up the stairs.

Halfway up the stairs, one of the men is shot through a window and Violet follows Chutsky as he lifts the man, carrying him out of the way. She kneels down beside the man, pulling his jacket down. "It's just a shoulder wound. You'll be fine. I'll patch it up better when we get there."

She hears Chutsky and Matt arguing about the need for an airstrike as she rolls her eyes. "Do I have time to move? We're too fucking close!" Matt hollers from the roof as she exits beside Chutsky.

"A little overkill, don't you think?"

Chutsky smirks at her, winking as he puts his arm out to pin her against the wall beside him as the airstrike sweeps through. "Nah. Perfect amount of kill."

***

Violet takes her place among the men as Harper briefs them on their mission: repairing a watering station in the middle of the desert for civilians under Syverson's command. The group grumbles and complains while she remains silent, observing Matt as he bows his head, putting on headphones. She knows they either desire a more thrilling mission or to return home, but she's content just to be there.

Harper holds up the satellite phone. "If anyone wants to make a call back home, we'll take turns."

"What about you, princess? Do you have someone waiting for you back home?" Chutsky taunts.

Violet rolls her eyes at Chutsky's comment, shaking her head as he plops down beside her. "Fuck off."

"Violet here is the Major General's daughter... a legacy. Surprised to find her in the middle of the desert, though."

"Fuck off!" she repeats, prompting laughter from the men while Matt glances up at her. She scoffs, shaking her head, and decides to leave them behind, finding a solitary spot outside to sit.

"You seem just as thrilled to be here as I am," Matt's voice breaks the silence as he joins her on a bench, nudging her shoulder lightly.

"I actually requested to be sent here. I knew it would be challenging to earn the men's respect, but... I don't know." She looks up at him as he furrows his brow. "You don't want to be here? Then why did you come?"

He shrugs, kicking at the sand as he hangs his head. "I wanted to go to college, and this was the only way I could afford it."

"Right," she sighs, and he glances up at her. "You have kind eyes. Don't let the desert change that." She pats his shoulder with a smile, and he nods softly. "We should get some sleep; we're leaving early in the morning."

"Is that an order, officer?" he teases, causing her to giggle as she stands up and turns back to him.

"It is." She winks at him, and he smiles before she walks off to find a bed for the night.

Chapter 2

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill characters #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson smut

[saltymcsaltything]

Does shinigami eyes mark Matt and all of his sock puppet accounts? I'm almost exclusively on mobile and AFAIK it only works in a web browser.

Assuming I am not just completely ignorant about how it works, I wonder if there would be a way to use OCR libraries coupled with accessibility overlays to make a mobile shinigami eyes tgat works on multiple apps?

If I didn't have the worst task inertia and executive dysfunction of my entire existence, I would love to actually build shit like that. I generally get stuck trying to learn any new development tools or APIs though because as soon as I have to start digging across multiple sites to figure out how everything fits together, I am guaranteed to become too distracted to ever get back to the project I was trying to build. I can only ever code anymore for very small, discrete tasks using tools and libraries I understand well. My dumbass will write 1,000 lines of C to do some text processing just because I almost fully understand every call I am making down to the kernel level than try to use a Python library or literally any other language or 3rd party component.

tl;dr - I am too dumb to make cool, useful apps because dev tools and technology stacks are big and complicated and I am old and simple. And that sucks because I would love some tools that help me curate my online experience that work with mobile apps. If anything like that exists and I don't have to root my phone to install it, I would love to know.

[ovst]

Glazer: Robot Guidance System

What is Glazer? Glazer is a high precision software developed by Oxford Vision and Sensor Technology(OVST) for measuring and guiding the robot with translational and rotational offsets in all six degrees of freedom (x, y, z, a, b, and c) in order to insert the automotive glasses such as windshield, side glasses, backlite, pan roof, etc. Glazer has been running in the real production for over 20 years with various automotive manufacturer such as Ford Valencia (Spain), Ford JMC (China), Honda (Canada), FIAT (Italy), and many more. 

For the latest stage, we would like to announce that Honda (Canada) inserted their window glasses with our Glazer robot guidance system and integrated MaxSensor, the results have been excellent with a monthly rejection rate less than 0.004%.

As we developed both software and hardware systems in-house, we can easily develop, investigate, and customize every single detail to serve any kind of car model, colors that always change with high flexibility.

Integration with IoT The Glazer robot guidance system can be seamlessly integrated with the Internet of Things (IoT) and robotics as well as OVST Education Technology (EdTech) that provides a training platform for anyone to follow, set up and commission by themselves without requiring programming or machine vision expertise.

Features

Three distinct measurement modes:

Stereo - Used for feature detection, such as holes

Laser - Used to detect the position of matte edges

SRS - Used on reflective surfaces, unaffected by surface color

Suitable for a wide range of detection features:

Radii produced from pressing operations

Tooling holes

Profiled panels

Insensitive to part finish

Low reject rate: less than 0.004%

Generic Application

OCR - VIN Reading

Bead Tracking

Gap & Flush Inspection

#blogs

[runningmeows]

For those of you in Obstacle Course Racing and especially the media side of it, my showing up on Matt B Davis's podcast is probably a shock to you.

Shock to me too.

But so much has changed since the pre-pandemic times.

Let me get this out of the way.

I loved my time at MRG. I learned so much, and I learned that I LOVE this sport; I love everyone involved with it. It actually hurts to see the fact that something I poured so much of myself into is actually basically gone. IT HURTS. Though looking back, there was nothing I could have done, it was not my ship, and I could not make the decision to make the steps.

Also, trying to keep the ship alive for the first several months of the pandemic to only find that I had been locked out of the MRG Twitter account and taken off the staff page just made the hurt worse.

Sorry, I am not sorry for admitting it. Not blaming, it is what it is.

What about the anger? Because there are times, I got angry at ORM while I was at MRG.

There has been a lot of growing up and a lot of changes in the past couple of years, and I now consider Matt a friend.

People don't understand how much work it takes to cover the sport. You have to have a passion and love for the sport and the people who are in it. I don't want to know how many hours I put in above what I was paid for, but I did it because I loved it. Matt and I share that in common. He loves the sport. We might see it through different lenses, but the sport unites us.

And you have to be creative; actually realizing now how creative working for Russ at OCR Buddy.

When it became obvious that MRG would not pivot, I felt like I had lost my place in this sport. We had talked about so many opportunities to pivot and be of service to the sport but again, I was the social media manager not the owner. I could not make the decision. We just kind of all went our separate ways There are times and he knows this when I didn't agree with the way Matt handled some stories; I was in awe of his commitment to grow the ORM footprint and pivoting while places like MRG just kind of folded the tent (I am not willing to say closed at this point but you can read the handwriting on the wall) and gave up.

I thank MRG for all the learning experiences, that ignited my passion in the sport but that chapter is OVER.

Now? I am enjoying a different role in the sport, guiding OCR Buddy to growth, learning how to design graphics, how to market an app (a whole new ball game for me), and building communities.

#ORM #mudrunguide

[lomoworthy]

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#Tic tac tiles

[ocrfit]

The @essentialcrossfit crew put in some solid work today!🥳 Ann and Matt closed out the day with heavy lifts 🏋🏼‍♀️ and loud music 🎶! Awesome job everyone! Have a 🌮 on me!😜 #BeRelentless #OTBEndurance #personaltrainer #groupfitness #functionaltraining #endurance #spartantraining #ocr #crossfit #streetparkingmembers #functionalfitness #ocrtraining #outdoors #outside #fitfam #fitfamily #gym #fitness #ilm #wilmingtonnc #fitwilmington #letsgo #letsdothis (at Essential CrossFit) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cezi9uSMHiG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#berelentless #otbendurance #personaltrainer #groupfitness #functionaltraining #endurance #spartantraining #ocr #crossfit #streetparkingmembers #functionalfitness #ocrtraining #outdoors #outside #fitfam #fitfamily #gym #fitness #ilm #wilmingtonnc #fitwilmington #letsgo #letsdothis

[caffeinated-fan]

As we all know tumblr is doing new bullshit, and it is my civil right to mock them

#generation kill #hbo war #gen kill #gabe garza #doc bryan #nate fick #ray person #matt ocre #sandcastle 2017 #sandcastle

[viskovie]

Almost Like Family

Chapter I

Chapter II                                            (TW: heavily implied PTSD)

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      As the arranged date of his meeting with Harper draws closer, Matt finds himself becoming more and more restless. It doesn’t feel real. It feels like a false deadline; like he’s walking underwater. It’s nagging at the back of his mind. He doesn’t know why. It’s not like he owes Harper anything. Does he? Then he remembers that Harper is probably going to bring up their conversation at the end of the tour and he has to distract himself before he gets that empty feeling in his stomach. 

      A few days before their reunion (he refuses to even think of it as anything resembling a date) his mom suddenly announces that she’s going to be hosting a lunch for all her writing-club friends. It’ll be on the same day that he’s supposed to be meeting with Harper, but somehow he still gets roped into helping his mom cook. He wonders for a moment if she actually believes that he only worked in the kitchens during his time in Iraq but is immediately corrected when she hauls out her recipe folder. It’s stuffed to bursting with bits and pieces torn from magazines, hastily printed webpages, glossy pamphlets and delicate scraps of paper covered in his grandmother’s shaky handwriting. Matt’s heart sinks.

      “Mama, it’s only the five of you…” He says, eyeing the folder apprehensively as his mom rifles through it. She seems to be gearing toward a three-course banquet. 

      “I know, but this is my chance to one-up Lindsay!” She replies, handing him a cookie recipe and waving him into the kitchen. Matt sighs. His mom and her best friend are fiercely competitive women, and spend much of their time trying to outdo one another in various activities. 

      “Besides, it’ll take your mind off your hot date tomorrow.” She grins.

      “Mom!” Matt chokes. “We’re not- he isn’t- it’s not a date, okay?! We’re just meeting up to- to talk, and... yeah.” He adds carefully, realising too late that he maybe paused in the wrong place. His mom nods sagely, but winks. 

      “As long as you’re home by morning after your… talk.” She snickers and Matt wants to die, right there in the kitchen. His mom laughs, nudging him out of the way. He goes willingly but she grabs him before he can properly escape. 

      “Uh uh. You’re helping me cook whether you like it or not.” She cackles, and Matt has no choice but to resign himself to a whole day of being trapped in the kitchen with his imp of a mother. 

~~~~~~~

      He somehow manages to wake himself up on time the next day, having accidentally fallen into a routine of sleepless nights and late mornings. He doesn’t use his alarm clock anymore. It got switched off, batteries removed, and tucked away in a drawer the day he got home. After the war, he’d figured he deserved to sleep in every day for the rest of his life, and was so far making good on that decision. 

      He goes through his daily routine, feeling oddly disconnected the whole time, and finally ends up pacing in front of his mirror. Since enlisting, the cargos-and-boots look has grown on him. He doesn’t usually care what people think, but he really doesn’t want Harper to continue to affiliate him with the army, which is stupid because he was there with him and he can’t help it, he’s nervous and he’s meeting up with a guy who knows his dirty secrets, and today might be the day where Matt has to actually tell him to his face how he feels and if it goes wrong it might get ugly and- 

      He forces himself to take a deep breath. It’s only Harper. He should be relieved, actually. He’s (probably) not going to want to make small talk, and even if he does it’ll be about something relevant to them both. Something that won’t have Matt doing his best to not look bored or irritated. It’s only Harper, he reassures himself again. Nothing to worry about. Yeah right. 

      He considers asking if he can borrow his mom’s car, but he knows better than anyone that he’s still looking over his shoulder, still ready to fight at a moment’s notice, still operating with a lit fuse. Driving is probably not a good idea. Especially when he’s already antsy. So he catches the bus instead. It’s a fair journey and he spends it alternating between tapping his foot out of rhythm, glancing around at the other passengers (trying to be inconspicuous about it), and checking and re-checking his pockets. I must look like I’m on something, he thinks wryly as he makes accidental eye contact with a middle-aged man a few seats down. The man immediately looks away, but he eyes Matt warily every few minutes. I’m sorry, he wants to say. I’m not fixing to mug you - it’s just that I’ve come back from a fucking war and I can’t seem to adjust to the real world again. It’s not you, it’s me. But he knows he can’t say those things, so he tries not to look in the man’s direction again. 

      He finally makes his way to the café where he and Harper agreed to meet, grateful to be off the bus. He’s early. Twenty minutes early, actually. The next bus would’ve only left in an hour, and he’d have been rudely late. He picks a table next to the window and near to the door. Unfortunately, that means that everyone who enters walks past him. He can only imagine how shady he looks, flinching every time somebody walks in. By the time Harper arrives, Matt’s already had two coffees in a futile bid to quell his nerves and he’s fidgeting in his seat. Harper gives him a smile and sits opposite him. He opens his mouth but Matt beats him to it. 

      “Been a while, huh?” He says, unconsciously tapping on the tabletop. Harper nods, taking him in. 

      “You look agitated.” He replies in his even, measured manner. Matt doesn’t know what to say to that. He is agitated, but he shouldn’t be. So he makes a noncommittal noise, shrugs and looks away. He hears Harper let out a small breath. He jumps embarrassingly hard when the Sergeant touches his fingers. 

      “It’s okay, y’know.” He says softly, leaning in. Matt shrugs again. He isn’t sure what Harper’s getting at, doesn’t want to push and find out. But he’s itchingly curious at the same time. 

      “The shakes go away, and you eventually learn to sleep again.” Harper continues. “There’s no shame in looking for help, Ocre. I should know.” It takes Matt a second to realise what he’s talking about. He almost laughs when it clicks. Almost. He’s had two coffees in the space of fifteen minutes, on top of being wired with apprehension. Of course Harper thinks he’s neurotic. 

      “I’m- uh, I’m okay.” He answers belatedly. “But thanks anyway.” Harper gives him a long, searching look. Matt does his best to meet his gaze, but it’s intense and he can’t hold it for long. Caffeine is a treacherous bitch. 

      “Good. But if you’re ever not, you can call me, okay?” Harper says, then mercifully changes the subject. Matt manages to stumble through the conversation, but eventually Harper cottons on. He puts his cup down and leans back in his chair. The air between them thickens. Matt’s pulse speeds up even more. He’s probably gonna have a heart attack in a minute. Definitely. 

      “Come on a date with me, Ocre.” Harper says unexpectedly. Matt hits a wall and goes blank. His heart is hammering like a cartoon woodpecker and he feels lightheaded.

      “I- what- a date?” He asks shakily. “Like, a real date or- or just for lunch?” 

      “It can be for lunch if you want, but I’d rather take you to dinner.” Harper replies smoothly, the corners of his mouth twitching. 

      “Uh…” Nice, Matt. Real articulate. This guy thinks you’re smart, remember? Harper sighs. He reaches forward, almost-but-not-quite touching his hand again.

      “Look, I’ve had weeks to think about this. I don’t know if you were tryna tell me, in Baghdad, that you’re- y’know... yeah.” He continues slowly, carefully picking his words. Maybe he thinks Matt’s gonna bolt if he says it outright. Maybe he’s right. “I’ve toured with a couple of different teams, and it’s normal to think about them every now and then after you come home, but Ocre… I’ve missed you, man.” 

      Matt doesn’t know how to react. He’s spent the last few days bracing himself for not only rejection, but for the shitstorm that would likely go with it. Because soldiers aren’t gay. Harper seems to understand.

      “I get it, y’know. A lotta boys pretty much only enlist because the girls back home throw themselves at a man in uniform, so a guy looking for another guy...” He murmurs, shaking his head. So you can read minds,  Matt thinks, just a little sardonically. He looks down at his lap, trying to get his thoughts back together. The caffeine-adrenaline cocktail in his system is probably not helping. 

      “Ocre…?” Harper prompts gently, and  damn if he doesn’t look a little insecure. “D’you wanna go on a date sometime?” 

      “Yeah.” Matt answers, finally. “Yeah, I’d like that…” He smiles shyly, half to Harper and half to himself. Across the table, Harper lets out a breath. He seems relieved.

      “Good. Gimme your address so I can pick you up on... Friday?” He grins. Matt’s own smile broadens as they work out the details. He guesses he got all worked up for nothing. The adrenaline is starting to dissipate. Another coffee is in order, it seems.

#Sand Castle #sand castle 2017 #matt ocre #james harper #chapter two yeeeeeew

[interstellarity]

a meet-cute scenario for our bois because why the hell not!!! (matt/harper, college au, rated g.)

It all happens very fast, because the moment the guy actually reaches out and actually puts his arm around Matt’s waist, there’s a blur, somebody brushing past him, the heavy scraping of a bar stool, a surprised, “What the—” and a very decided, “Get the fuck out of here, man!” Cursing, stunned silence for a few seconds, then the conversations resuming, and the space next to him blissfully empty.

“Made me spill my beer, too,” someone says, close but not that close, and then, “You okay?” Matt figures he has to look up at some point (just a guess, really), so he might as well do it now. When he does, he comes face to face with a young man, early twenties he’d say, licking beer off the back off his hand and frowning at him in concern.

“I’ve watched you steadily inch away from that guy for the last twenty minutes or so,” he says by way of explanation. “Thought you would actually slide off the bar stool any moment now.”

“Y-yeah,” Matt says, a little shaken and incredibly grateful. “Thanks, yeah?”

“No problem,” the man says. He hesitates for a moment, looking Matt over, and whatever he sees makes him add, “Next time something like that happens, you find me and tell them you’re with me, all right? Or better yet, just come over.”

Matt is stunned for a solid amount of seconds. “That’s...” he starts eventually, not quite knowing what to say. “Thank you.”

The man smiles. He has a pleasant, open face and short blond hair and Matt thinks he can see the outline of dog tags through his t-shirt. Definitely a certain type of army physique, he notes. A local accent too, if he had to guess. “I’m James, by the way,” the young man says, and offers Matt his hand.

Matt takes it, saying his own name in turn.

He’s having trouble coming up with what else to say while definitely wanting to say something when James asks, “You don’t come out here often, do you?” He keeps his distance even with how crowded the place is and Matt appreciates it, although he’s not uncomfortable in the least.

“What gave me away?” replies Matt, smiling sheepishly, and James grins.

If it had been up to Matt, he would have never come here in the first place, really. To his misfortune (although Matt starts to re-evaluate that the longer James stands there), his dear mother decided to involve herself in his personal matters. She’s held off on any judgement during his first semester, but Matt’s continuous evasion of any social life well into the second finally spurred her into action. The college social experience, according to her, should be about more than staying in your dorm drawing and pushing the opening hours of various campus libraries.

“You should go out,” she’d said earlier that night on the phone, not for the first time either. “Have fun,” she’d added, to which Matt had replied, “I am having fun, mom,” at which she’d sighed and didn’t say anything for a couple of very long, very pointed seconds, at the end of which Matt grudgingly said, “Fine,” and then, “I have to go now,” and, “I love you.”

He then googled “student night life kansas city,” figuring he might as well get it over with, hyped himself up for a good one and a half hours and ended up in a pub not far off campus that had a slightly wacky taste in interior decor and famously cheap grilled cheese sandwiches. He told himself he’d stay for one (1) hour and had just been served his drink when some sleazy dude invited himself right into Matt’s personal space, clearly undeterred by his lack of interest or reciprocation of any kind. Matt had made it through twenty torturous minutes of spectacularly bad come-ons when James, bless him, finally came to his rescue.

“There’s been a consensus that I’m a hermit, apparently,” Matt adds, a little bashful and wisely leaving out the mom part.

James keeps smiling at him, warm and genuine and making Matt feel slightly nervous, albeit definitely in a pleasant way this time. “How about I get you a drink, then?” James says. “And just so you know, I do take no for an answer,” he adds, and winks.

Matt’s stomach does a little flip. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to,” he says before he can think better of it.

The corner of James’ mouth quirks up. There’s a glint in his eyes as he takes one last swig from his bottle, and Matt feels his cheeks redden. Maybe that was too forward. Probably he made a fool of himself. Definitely what he should have done was just go to a fucking library and—

“Come on then,” James says, setting his bottle down, and motioning for Matt to follow, and Matt does, his heart beat picking up a notch, the music loud and pleasant in his ears.

Maybe, he thinks as he’s weaving through the crowd after James, just maybe, his mother wasn’t so wrong after all.

#they!!!! #sand castle #sand castle 2017 #matt ocre #james harper #jamesmatt #otp: ours to have #here's the first step of me tackling that ever-growing amount of wips i have for them #matt is a mama's boy and we love him #also he's not drinking alcohol yadda yadda #my writing

[ashbrat488]

Flower In The Desert - Chapter 7

Captain Syverson Fanfic

Violet settled into the back of the truck beside Matt for their daily water delivery. Once they were on the road, he leaned over to speak softly. "What's going on between you and Sy?"

"None of your business." She shot him a glare, her response tinged with defensiveness. He sighed, shaking his head. She sensed his disappointment. "Men in the army are known for hooking up with women everywhere they go. But I can't hook up with someone just because I'm a woman?"

"That's not it, and you know it. But, as you said, men are known for hooking up. I—"

"Oh..." She sighed, patting his leg as she realized she had misinterpreted his concerned expression as one of disappointment. "Look, we knew each other before I got here. I assure you; he isn't taking advantage of me. We—"

Her words were abruptly cut short by the sound of gunfire erupting from the hills to their right. "Fuck."

Chaos unfolded as Harper ordered everyone to keep driving, and the men grabbed their guns to return fire. Four assailants were perched atop the hill, firing down at their Humvees and the water truck.

A bullet struck one of the front tires of the water tank, causing the truck to come to a halt in the middle of the open area. They all climbed out, guns in hand, determined to drive off the attackers.

"Fuck!" Harper shouted, assessing the truck's damage. The front tire was blown out, and the water tank was riddled with holes, water leaking onto the sandy ground. "Ocre, Chutsky, and Becker, keep watch."

Violet nodded, setting up her gun on a rock to provide cover toward the direction the attackers had fled. Meanwhile, some of the other men worked to change the damaged tire.

"Fuck this," Chutsky spat after about an hour of tense stillness. He glared at Violet, who turned her gaze towards him. "I warned you about that bastard in the truck. But no one listened to me."

"Your concern has been noted. Thank you, Chutsky," Harper responded, irritation evident as Chutsky got to his feet.

"Enough of this." He strode over to where the water was leaking from the truck and positioned himself under the stream with a smug grin, evoking laughter from the others. "Better."

Violet removed her helmet, allowing her long blonde hair to cascade down from its tight ponytail. She leaned over, wetting her hair with the water, and felt the eyes of the men on her. Rolling her eyes, she commented, "That does feel better."

"Alright," Harper chuckled. "Back to your posts."

Chutsky laughed, nudging Violet. "I think I need someone to scrub my back, sir. Care to help, princess?"

"Ha ha." Violet playfully pushed him, causing him to tumble into the damp sand, earning laughter from the group. "You'd think I'd be angry, but I'm not." He grinned up at her from the water, and she shook her head in response.

***

Syverson stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on Harper as he recounted the events of the day. His concern was palpable, and his eyes drifted to Violet, scanning her form for any signs of injury. "Anyone hurt?" he finally inquired as Harper finished his report.

"We're all okay," Violet assured, understanding that his primary concern was for her well-being. "Captain."

"Good." He cleared his throat, nodding slightly. "We'll need to patch up the holes, then."

"Yes, sir," Harper acknowledged, walking away to attend to his duties.

Syverson shifted his attention back to Violet, leaning in slightly as the others moved off. "Come to me tonight. I need to inspect you properly."

A soft giggle escaped Violet's lips, her cheeks turning a shade of crimson as she nodded. "Yes, sir."

Among the group, Matt was the only one who caught this subtle exchange. He observed Syverson giving Violet's hand a gentle squeeze before he walked away. The unspoken dynamics between them were evident. Matt comprehended what Violet had been trying to convey, that their connection wasn't just about physical intimacy; there were deeper emotions at play. And, truthfully, he wasn't certain which aspect was more complicated. All he knew was that it couldn't be good for their group either way.

The group worked in near silence, the weight of their situation causing tension to fill the air as night deepened. Exhaustion settled upon them, and the dynamics among them began to shift as they faced the harsh reality of their circumstances.

After their tasks were done, everyone retreated to their beds. Violet, however, held back. She moved quietly through the building, her steps deliberate and unobtrusive. She entered Syverson's room, finding him seated on the bed wearing only his underwear, engrossed in a book illuminated by a small reading light. Closing the door with a gentle click, she caught his gaze as he set the book aside, leaving the dim light on.

"Come here," he softly commanded, his arms open to her. She undressed down to her panties, the dim light casting a soft glow over her. Crawling onto the bed beside him, she nestled against his chest. They remained in this intimate silence, a cocoon of calm in the midst of their tumultuous surroundings. The only audible sounds were the gentle rise and fall of their breaths, binding them together in shared solace.

Chapter 8

[lilacwineandthesinkingsun]

Castle of Sand ii.

N: watched Sand castle, thought of a story. writing this to my own entertainment, not aiming to offend anybody. ty

Pairing: Captain Syverson x reader

warning: war,angst,slowburn, death, injuries, weapons

Syverson didn't let you out of his room for the remainder of the week. And you were getting quite bored of laying around, reading the single book you brought with yourself.

-Sy, i appreciate your concern, but i am fine, and i need to do my job, otherwise why am i here? If you managed to get injured three times in the past week, how do the others look... Please let me do my work. - you pleaded earning a sigh.

-I ... theres a new doctor in the base for the time being. Until you get better.

-I am better...

-No you're not. - he looked at you.

-Look i get it, im a woman, we got closer, but you cant keep me from doing my job, and you can't keep me in your fucking room. - you said, heading for the door. you had enough.

When you arrived at the medbay, the substitute doctor wasn't there. The soldiers greeted you, glad that you're back. So you went and changed some bandages.

-Doc, you're an angel. That bastard took so long to take a bullet out, i thought i was shot again... - one rumbled.

-Do not worry guys, i am back and well. The substitute will be gone in a few days. - you smiled at them, putting a reassuring hand on one's shoulder, when there was a cough behind you.

-The substitute - he emphasized - will not be leaving. However Doctor (Y/L/N) will be heading for the main base for psychological evaluation. - he said behind you, voice way too familiar. You turned around and your face dropped, but you needed to collect yourself quickly.

-I do certainly not need that, i am perfectly capable of doing my job Tom. - you said turning to leave, when he agressively shoved a paper in your hands, a few of the soldiers perking up, stepping towards you if you needed help. Ocre and Harper saw this from not too far.

-What the fuck is his problem? I never saw a man treat (Y/n) like that..

-Me neither, better inform the captain before they beat him to pulp, you know how they can get if its (Y/n). - he said, turning for the captain's office.

Your room wasn't far, while Harper went to speak with the Captain, Ocre went to check on you cause you stormed in, running past them. He heard sniffling and noises from your room. You were angrily packing your duffelbag, trying to wipe away the tears with the sleeve of your scrubs.

-Doc.. what happened?

You just silently handed him the paper. He followed you. Nearly killing you wasn't enough, you leaving him wasn't enough, he had to come, and ruin your job here at the base, where you planned to stay for a long time.

-Psychological evaluation? Why on earth would a stranger... - thats when he remembered your story. - that's him out there isn't it?..

You just nodded. You were so tired of him ruining every good thing you ever had. You were exhausted from fighting.

-May i? - he asked, holding his hands out if you needed a hug. You just ran and let him hug you, crying into his chest. He was your first friend here. A good one at that. Your back was turned to the door, so you didn't realize Sy and Harper arrived, wanting to ask you about the other doc. You were crying shaking in Matt's hands, he just handed them the paper silently, mouting to Syverson - that's the ex-fiancé. Syverson saw red. He grabbed his gun, along with the paper, stomping out to the medbay, more and more soldiers following him if there's a problem or they are needed.

He cornered your ex to a table, fear clear in that bastards eyes. Gotta admit Syverson was a big bulky, scary man if you didn't know him. Traits of a Captain.

-I called the main base, telling them to assign you to a different base, since our(Y/n) here is perfectly fine now, and that i see no need for the evaluation. Then you can pack your bag and leave my base before i shoot you in the fucking head. - he fumed, face so close he didn't need to shout to be loud.

Tom scoffed and laughed when he heard your name.

-First name basis? not too professional Captain... Bet you want to keep her to fuck her some more, do ya? She's a good fuck, i admit that much. But you see, i am a better doctor, your men deserve a better doctor then her.

Before he could say anything a few soldiers lifted their guns pointing towards him, rumbling about how you are the best doctor they ever had, and how he cannot talk about you like that. A manic smirk settled on his lips now.

-Oh so you are all fucking her huh? I knew she was a whore.. but a whole military base... She overdid herself..

You heard it and you saw it all. You knew there was a tiny chance you can stop Syverson from killing him. You had to do it. Not for Tom but for Syverson.

-Noone did as much as even touch me here Tom. Even if any of them would, you have no right to judge that. - you said calmly, walking slowly towards him.

-That is where you're wrong sweetheart. I let you have your playtime out here, but it is time you come back to the states. I am still your fiancé.

A single tear left your eye at the word. You took the knife attached to Syverson's belt, holding it to Tom's neck, while spatting out the words, for everyone out here to hear.

-I stopped being your fiancé when you arranged the car wreck, nearly killing me out of spite that i was better at my job than you. I don't even give shit about that i nearly lost my leg OR my life, but i despise you for the way you have always treated me. So no i will not go back to the states, nor marry you, nor to that fucking evaluation even if they take my licence. And you know why? because these men here appreciate the work i do, how i do it, and you know what.. That is a hundred times better than having a person next to me as shitty as you.

Syverson carefully took the knife from your hands, as you nearly drew blood from Tom's neck, then put an arm around your shoulders, slowly making you step back.

-Harper, make sure Mr. Miller is out of this base in an hour, or we'll make sure that the men out there have him. - he said as he walked you to his room, offering a whiskey and a cigarette. You sat on his bed, and he sat on a chair next to you.

The silence was welcome.

He was looking at you concerned as you downed whiskey.. Probably a few glasses too much. By the time you said your first word, it was already after the base going pitch black. You two sat there in his room, in full darkness.

-You know captain... at first i ran away to Iraq. I figured if my life did not worth anything then i might as well lose it out here, helping men whose life does matter. I got countless opportunities to date. Ranks all around. And i just wasn't interested. Not even once. - if there were any light in the room, you could seen the hurt in his eyes. Perhaps a little pity too, but somewhere deep inside he hoped at least you would be interested in him. - and you know whats even more upsetting? He waltzes in here, trying to ruin everything again, and the only fucking thing that was on my mind the whole time was how fucking sexy it was that you stood up for me, and how did you do it. - you laughed, hearing him laughing a bit too.

-Please forget it.. I shouldn't have said that.. - you said hiding your face in your hands, as if he could see the blush that crept up on it.

-You know.. seeing you press a knife to his neck, talking to him like that... i had to hide the tent in my pants by helding you closer and taking you here.

-Captain.. - you said with a fake surprise - that is highly inappropriate.

He chuckled while you giggled as he took your hand, inviting you to stand between his legs.

-I just can't keep myself away from you doc. - he said, his voice is merely a low growl.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the feeling that nothing even matters anymore.. You scooted forward, and gave a peck to his lips. He put his hand behind your neck, urging you to kiss him more, while his other hand helped you to straddle him in the chair. And you let him.

The kisses turned more and more feverish, his hands were all over you. He got up, hand under your ass, the other behind your neck, helding you close to him, as he went to lay down on his bed, you on top of him. He wanted to give you the reins, the opportunity to stop and pull away any time you wanted. However you didn't want to. He maybe just using you, but with Syverson, you didn't mind it. Again.. maybe just the alcohol.. Time will tell. You smiled into the kiss, hand going downwards to get rid of his t-shirt. He sat up a bit to help you. You saw him once in his underwear, but damn he felt good under your hands. His hand slowly started to unbutton your shirt, again leaving time for you to tell him to stop if you wanted. You both were in your underwears when his hand caressed your back, noticing the old scars, making you stop for a second.

-It's okay sweetheart.. Noone's gonna hurt you now. - he said between kisses.

-It's.. it's just.. I'm full of scars.. i'm permanently limping.. why would you want that?...

-He made you lie on his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead while holding you close. -Why wouldnt i want that? I want you (Y/n), i wanted you ever since you barged in hire without knocking and put me in my place, not even phased by the lack of clothes i was wearing..

-Oh i was phased by it.. - you giggled into his chest - i was afraid you'd notice me clenching my thighs together. MY fucking panties were ruined that day. I was upset at you for them.

-Oh i'll get you a new one. But does that mean that right now you...

You hide your face further into his chest as if he could see you.

-Hm.. let me see it then.. - He smirked while his hand inched towards your pants, undoing them. His movements were painfully slow. He Moved two fingers up and down your clothed core, humming as if satisfied, then he pulled your panties to the side to gather some slick and bring it to his lips, licking you off of them.

-Just as i thought.. You're the sweetest thing i ever saw. - he said kissing your neck, while his hand went back into your panties, slowly circling your aching bud.

-Tell me to stop doll.. Tell me to stop and i'll do it..

You couldn't stop the moan that crept up your throat, as your breathing became uneven. You knew you wont be able to form words, but you had to let him know somehow. You got up, and he was scared he did something wrong, but then he heard your clothes being dropped on the floor, and then there you were, laying next to him, naked. A thing he dreamt about countless times since that day. He turned to you, climbing on top, slowly kissing your lips, your neck, your collarbones, stopping to play with your nipples.. The torture was the sweetest but he was so close yet so far from where you wanted him to be. The bastard took his damn time. He just planted a kiss to the side of your pussy when you whimpered under him. A silent please leaving your lips. He smiled as he dove in like a starved man. You were trying so hard to not let any voice out, but damn it was hard when this literal god was down between your legs, eating oyu out like you were his last meal.

He added two fingers soon enough.

-C'mon sweetheart i can feel you're close.. - he whispered, pistoning in and out of your pussy. - let me hear your sweet voice..

-Bu-but the others.. - you whispered between whimpers.

-Those bastards figured you're mine by now.. let them hear just how much of that is true..

The moan that left your throat was almost sinful, and you were sure everybody in the base have heard it. But you couldn't help yourself. Him being posessive... and also just HIM... you basically flew over the edge, coming aroung his fingers, soaking his beard. He helped you ride out your high with small licks, before climbing up, and gathering you in his hands.

When you tried to get up and return the favor, he held you tighter.

-But don't you want to..? - You asked.

-Oh doll trust me i want nothing more.. But i also want to take my time with you.. I hope you know this isnt just for today... or a week.. - he said before kissing you slowly.

For the first time in your life you fell asleep in a man's arms happy and content. You only hoped this wasn't a dream.

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The next morning he got up sooner than you. The events of yesterday possibly took a toll on you, so he didn't want to wake you up. Also, something about you, sleeping in his bed naked made him happier than he ever was.

When you woke up you were alone in your room. Panic settling in. Maybe he thought this was a mistake, you shouldn't have done this.

Suddenly the door opened, and there he was. Breakfast and coffee in hand.

He saw the panic in your eyes, so he quickly set everything down on the table before rushing towards you.

He planted a kiss on your lips.

-I hope you didn't think i left cause it was a mistake.. I got you now.. I'm not planning to let this thing go sweetheart.. - he almost whispered on your lips before kissing you again..

#syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader #syverson fluff #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill x y/n #syverson #henry cavill imagine #syverson smut

[obscure-imagines]

“why did the send her again?” a Private asked.

“said they wanted a non-militaristic look at the diplomacy we are conducting.” Syverson answered. all of them continued staring at you, taking in the way you looked in that outfit. 

they stood there in silence. neither of them saying what they were all thinking. ‘damn she is pretty’

******************* gif credit (x) original gifset #1 (x) #2 (x)

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[just-a-hoe-for-hank-mccoy]

Nicholas Hoult doing manual labor is hot as fuck Nicholas Hoult being upset because the other soldier died made me sad

#sandcastle #nicholas hoult #Matt Ocre

[doll-r-t]

A cold tent but a warm Captain Part 1

Syverson x reader

Word count: 3.7k

TW: non, besides cold

Masterlist

This is based on the coldest night of my life when I was camping, and boiii do I wish that Syverson had been there.

credit to gif owner and pic owner

It was the beginning of the new year, snow coated everything in a white blanket. The sun was shining but it was cold maybe a bit too cold to leave the house. Yet here they were distributed into two cars driving up the Alps. A couple of Syverson’s men had convinced their girlfriends to go winter camping with them, to experience a bit of what they did. Well without the risk of getting shot. Y/Ns best friend was the girlfriend of Sgt. Harper. Harper had somehow convinced his girlfriend to go on the camping trip and in turn she had convinced Y/N. Y/N had been on camping trips before, but non that were this cold, usually she spent her summer camping in Italy or other warm regions. Now she was sitting in the back of Harpers car with Y/B/F next to her, Sgt. Chutsky, and his girlfriend in the seat in front of them. Harper was in the driver’s seat and Syverson was driving shotgun. Behind them was another small car with Pvt Matt Ocre, Corporal Enzo and Sgt Burton. Harper, Chutsky and Ocre brought their girlfriends and the others thought it would be a good thing to third wheel. They were currently on leave and had nothing better to do than chase the fight themselves. Only this time it would be the cold instead of a shoot out in the desert.

Y/N was already miserably cold but happy to be out. She loved camping in any weather but the thought about spending a weekend with couples sounded depressing. At least she had the other guys with them, even though she was nervous. Y/N had only met them a couple of times and felt a bit alienated to the rest of the group. It did not help that the grumpy Captain Syverson was so damn attractive, and she always felt like a blushing schoolgirl around him. If it were warmer, she could at least have the pleasure of looking at their sculptured bodies but that would not happen in this environment. Even though it was not brutally cold, the chill in the air and the wet environment could get dangerous. Once they were cold the risk of pneumonia was real. Y/N just hoped her camping knowledge was enough to not embarrass her in front of the hardened soldiers. Especially Syverson, she thought. Although she doubts that they would make fun of her, or expected much, she did have the need to be the teacher’s pet or the army’s man in this case.

She leaned her had against her best friend’s shoulder. “I can’t believe I let you convince me to come.” “Oh, common it’ll be fun. Cold sure but.” Y/BF/N leaned closer, whispering in her ear: “I am sure the boys have nothing against warming you up.” Gasping Y/N’s head shot up, drawing attention from Julie the girlfriend from Chutsky. “Oh gosh what did she do this time?” “What absolutely nothing! Just giving Y/N some tips to stay warm in this cold.” Y/BF/N added louder: “In a dangerous environment we all have to work together as a team, ain’t that right baby?” “You damn well are baby,” said Sgt Harper. Smirking at her in the rearview mirror. “I just hope we don’t have to hear any of your guys’ “teamwork”.” Said Chutsky earning a slap from Julie. “As if you could keep quiet,” Y/BF/N muttered under her breath. Making Y/N giggle.

They came to a stop in a small parking lot. No other car was in sight and the paths were covered in snow. The man started unpacking the van, everyone got a backpack with their stuff in it. A sleeping bag, dry kit, rations, 4L of water each, (the men got more in their back for things like cooking or making tea, but their girlfriend did not need to know that. It’s not like they did not believe they could not handle it but well dragging yourself through snow in the cold with added weight on their back was tough. And it was their first time doing this. They did not want to overwhelm them and eventually they want to do this again.) Y/n was concerned with the amount of water they had with them. It seemed not enough. Y/N had done tours with her dad when she was a teenager. He was in the army too and taught her everything he knows. When she told him, she would be going camping he immediately came over with everything she needed. The two practiced setting up the one man tent she had and how to use his camping cooker repeatedly until she could do it in her sleep. The thing about these things is one must do them several times, until they become muscle memory. Things can always go wrong; one could get cold and shaky which can make it more difficult to pull oneself together. The environment could change any moment and she would need shelter or something to keep her warm. Although she loved her dad, the old military captain came out every time he practiced with her. He would explain it once calmly and again if she did not understand but as soon as it was just repeatedly doing these things, he squared his shoulders and would pull her through the ringer, covering her in snow until she was freezing cold, yelling at her, timing her and telling her to build a fire, set up camp run for cover… When she told people that when she was younger it always seemed cool and exciting to them. It was but also exhausting, nerve wrecking and a bit annoying. It couldn’t be just hanging out with dad, instead it was lessons with the drill instructor. That was also the worst thing, her dad had not only been a Captain but also an instructor for sport exams, taunting and yelling is what he got paid for. She knew he wanted to help but it was kind of scary seeing her dad become this big army guy. At least she will not humiliate herself in front of the men now, so that’s a plus. She approached Harper when after scanning the list of all the stuff he instructed her to bring with her and to let him now if she needed anything (She conveniently left out who her father was) and asked about the water situation. He told her not to worry and that he would handle it. She knew Harper he would never do anything that could put her or Y/BF/N at risk, so she trusted him. Receiving her pack, she made her way to the side, checking if she had everything and patted herself down. She wore a tight shirt and a jumper over it. Over the jumper she had a fleece jacket which opened at the sides bit, under her armpits, this way she could cool down if needed without taking the jacket off entirely. Over this she had a rain jacket on, a scarf to pull over her nose and protect her neck from the cold. Sunglasses, hat, and gloves. On her legs she wore her skiing pants, with sturdy boots. She had some additional clothing in her backpack in case she got wet or she needed more layers if she got cold (dry kit). Like her father used to say, “once you are cold, you cold, ain’t nothing you can do about it and that shit ain’t funny.” Soon Y/N would find out how right her father was, being cold sucks but that doesn’t mean you cannot do anything about it.

When everyone had their pack, they held a quick briefing about where they where going and how long it would take. Captain Syverson lead that discussion making it hard for Y/N to concentrated. The way he squared up and spoke in clear manner enticed her far too much for her liking. She always promised herself not to fall for an army man. Not after she saw what it did to her mom. He informed them that they would get 8km in today. Which did not sound a lot but given the weight on their back, the fact that they were newbies and that the snow came up to their calves it was sure to be a long and grueling walk. The first couple of km were spent chatting and laughing. Even though one could see the exertion on the women’s faces, spirits were high. After they hit the halfway mark, they saw the sun disappear and grey took the place where blue was. The absent sun made their walk colder. Yet the men’s spirit did not deplete unlike the women’s. The men were running around as if they did not have 30kg strapped on their back. The women however were staring worriedly at the sky. “Let’s just hope we’ll make it to camp before any snowstorm or some shit hits us.” Y/BF/N whispered exhausted. Y/N could not agree more. It was one thing walking around in a winter wonderland another doing it in the harsh wet cold. She had started to feel the pressure of her backpack even though it only weight 10kg, significantly less than the men’s backpack. Marching in the snow is something you have to do often to get used to the resistance snow provided. Gritting her teeth, she went on. The exhaustion and the need to prevail against her environment made her feel alive in the most exhilarating and painful way possible. She never quit understood when her father told her that he missed the fight against nature that it was a good kind of pain. But it was true. The pain did feel good, it made her strife for the relief she will feel drinking tea by the fire tonight and the sleep she had wholeheartedly earned.

The weather got worse the longer their marched and the men slowed down making sure everyone was with them and okay. Enzo and Burton lead the way while Chutsky, Ocre were in the middle with their respective girlfriends, behind them trailed Y/N and Y/BF/N at the end were Syverson and Harper. Syverson checked the weather monitor to make sure that they were not walking into a snowstorm. They were only one more km from camp when the wind picked up and snow started to fall. It could have been the beautiful fat fluffy kind of snowflakes but no, they had to be the wet, almost rain like snowflakes, thought Y/N with an eye roll. Her breath was ragged but she was not breathless just tired. They made sure to stop and take breaks and walk in a pace that everyone could still hold a conversation. She could feel the exhaustions in her bones but was thankful that she was still warm. Once they reached camp the work was just beginning. They had to clean the fireplace, gather firewood for which they would have to find dry pieces in the forest, and if they could not find any they would have to cut away at the outer layer of the wood to reach the dry inside.

“Oh my god, I can’t feel my legs.” Julie said breathless, sitting down on the camping chair Chutsky had unfolded for her. It had taken them a couple of hours to reach their camp side and the women of the group were ready to sleep. “I should really start to exercise more.” Added Y/BF/N just as exhausted. Y/N was exhausted as well but did not want them to know. Syverson was standing nearby and could probably hear them. Her damn pride got in the way of that, so as soon as they reach the fireplace, she put her pack down, drank some water, and got to work. She cleaned the fireplace while the men gathered firewood. She told Ocre’s girlfriend Maureen to help her shovel out the snow while Julie and Y/BF/N rested. Maureen looked a bit tired but other than that seemed fine. Once they got the fire going Julie brewed them some tea, while everyone else made camp. They formed a circle of tens around the fireplace. Y/N was just unfolding everything when Syverson came over. “You need any help? He stood next to her looking down at the squatted Y/N. He had a cocky smirk on his face, his hands on his hips. He looked like the typical cool guy Y/N saw in movies, yet her heart gave a leap anyway. “No, I am fine thanks.” Came her quick reply. She turned around again getting to work but before she could start Syverson continued: “You sure doll? You must be tired, and it would be quicker if I helped you.” Lifting one brow at him. Even though the Captain was handsome she was not one to fall for a guy who thinks she needs help just because she is a woman. No, she would proof him wrong. After all she did not practice for nothing. Especially not to stroke a man’s ego. “As I said I am good.” Nodding he walked away a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. “You know were to find me.”

Sy POV:

He was walking to his own pack, annoyed at her for not taking his help. I mean he was just trying to help! But Syverson knew that deep down he was mad at himself not her. Harper came over to him chuckling. “Well, this is how you get the ladies eh Sy? By acting all arrogant and cocky.” He whispered. Syverson just rolled his eyes and told him to fuck off. Getting to work he pulled up his tent, glancing at Y/N once in a while. She was right she did not need help. Like she had done it 100x she pulled up her tent. Normally it would intrigue Sy where she had learned it but now, he was even more annoyed. He wanted her to need help to have to interact with her. That was the whole fucking point of this camping trip, at least for Sy. To get close to her. He had seen her for the first time at a cookout and thought her beautiful, but she was always with Harper and Y/BF/N. She seemed not interested in anyone else there. So, he did not know how to approach her. When the guys were informed that they would be in the country for a while they came up with a plan to camp. When some of them complaint that their girlfriends probably won’t let them because they were apart for most of the time. Syverson suggested jokingly that they should come too. Somehow, they actually convince them. Harper had seen the looks Syverson gave Y/N and made it his mission to get her on the camping trip too, teasing Sy mercilessly. Looking over at her again he let his gaze wander. She looked cute covert in 100 layers. He should not hope that she would get cold once night settled in, but he did.

Part 2

Y/N POV:

The sun was slowly disappearing being the horizon when they were all set up. Chutsky and Julie had a tent, Ocre and Maureen, Harper and Y/BF/N, Enzo, Burton and Syverson shared a makeshift tent and she had her own one-man tent. It was too big for her, laid out more for a man with Syverson’s mass. It involuntarily made her think about the man sleeping in there with her to “conserve heat”, as Y/BF/N stated. She looked over and saw Syverson had set up their makeshift tent and got annoyed that even though she had a small one-man tent he was still quicker with a bigger. Rolling her eyes, she made her way to the campfire. “Y/N here tea.” Taking the tea from Julie gratefully she settled next to Y/BF/N. It was hard for her to engage with people she did not know so she usually stuck to Harper and Y/BF/N. She wanted to get to know the other people and made some progress with Julie, but it was still hard for her especially with the men. She never knew what to say and was afraid to sound dumb.

The longer the evening went on the rowdier the men got. They had whiskey with them and were laughing and relaxed. The women were noticeable more tired. Y/N chirped in occasionally but otherwise remained quite she felt the strain of the day, longing for bed. The longer the evening went on the colder she got. She hugged herself making herself as small as possible. She tried to suppress her shivers, but she was just so tried, and her eyes kept falling close. Syverson glanced over to her once in a while. When he saw her eyes drop, he got up. “It’s time to wrap this up. We need to be well rested for tomorrow. It will be a long day.” The women were thankful. They did not want to admit it, but they were longing for bed. The men’s gaze fell on the women seemingly catching Syverson’s drift and got up and started to clean up, getting ready for bed. Y/N could barely move anymore. She mumbled a good night and got into her tent. Pulling of her shoes and putting on some fluffy socks over her normal once. The cold was seeping into her even more noticeably away from the fire as she crawled into the sleeping bag. It was going to be a long night.

The camp settled down and the whispers slowly died down, but Y/N was still awake. Her body wracking with shivers. Her father was right. Once the cold was in your bones it was there to stay. She could barely move her toes felt frozen. Tears sprang to her eyes. No this was not how this was supposed to go. She needed to get warm, fast. But no matter how much she tried to will and scream in her head. Her body did not move. She was too tired and too cold. But she had to do something. She thought frantically, she could feel her body weaken more and more. And even though she wished for sleep to take her she feared that she would not wake up in the morning. It was minus temperatures (Celsius). By morning it would be too late if someone noticed her shivering. With all her willpower she maneuvered herself on her stomach. If she can get her stomach warm the rest of her body will follow. She was sure she read somewhere that all the heat in a woman is concentrated on her stomach when it is cold to make sure that a potential baby was safe. So, if she warmed up her stomach the heat would go back into her legs and arms. She lay there shivering for a while. Tears still swimming in her eyes, when a rustle caught her attention. Oh, please do not let it be a bear or some shit. She was not even sure if bears existed in these parts.

“Y/N”, a quite voice came. That was definitely not a bear. Although the man the voice belonged to resembled one with his big statute and the beard adorned on his face. “Sy?”, came her small voice. Her teeth clattering. Suddenly the tent door opened quickly and his face poked in. “Hey, you alright in here.” She wanted to nod and brush him off, but she was scared, she had never felt this cold in her life. Scanning her when she did not give an answer, he pulled himself in more. He had a thermos bottle in his hand. “I was just checking up on everyone”, he lied. He was only checking on her. “Thought you might need this.” He held out the thermos bottle. “Put it in the fire it should function as a hot water bottle now in case you are cold.” She wanted to answer but instead her teeth began to chattel again. Nodding slowly, she tried to reach an arm out, but she still could not move. “Y/N?”.  “So cold,” she finally breathed out. Nodding he turned around. For a split second she thought he was going to leave her to her shivering but then he pulled of his shoes and climbed in. The one-man tent was big enough for her and maybe another her but with him it was more than crowded. Slowly he climbed on top of her. Making sure he had enough distance between them. If she was not so damn cold, she would have swooned at that. He braced himself on his side slowly unzipping her sleeping bag. The cold air rushed inside making her whine. “Hush baby girl. You gonna be warm in no time.” He quickly got in. Pulling her to her side and pressing her into him. He let out a small hiss when he felt her cold nose on his throat. “Damn doll, you made of ice or somethin’?” But she could not answer. Tears were once again gathering in her eyes making her sniffle. She buried her head in his warm chest relief flooding her. Syverson stiffened when he heard you small cries. If there was one thing, he could not handle in life then it was a woman crying. Pulling her closer to him he embraced her rubbing her back and intertwining their legs. “Hey doll, it’s okay. You gonna be warm in no time, okay?” Nodding slightly, she took a deep breath. His sent was filling her nose. Of firewood, sweat and something that made her heart flutter. Syverson continued to rub your back, slowly feeling her warmup. He was humming a small tune she could not identify. But it was comforting, nonetheless. Her limps got heavy with sleep and slowly she drifted off. In the arms of the Captain.

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