#which means my Bad Hip is bearing the brunt when I stand

[mycological-mariner]

I think a lawnmower would help my back

[ryuzakemo128]

Headcanons of Colonel König dating a female Italian Olympic Gymnast and Fencer reader would be like

Pairing: Konig x female Italian Olympic Gymnast and Fencer turned operative

Content Warning: Implication of smut, mention of injuries needing physical therapy.

Masterlist

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

Note: Descriptors used: Nationality, height and implication you that you have dimples.

(One) König meets you during a mission in Rome. You were exercising in the gym to maintain a physique that was always ready for combat.

Your Hip and ankle mobility drills included: Cossack squats with knee drops, deep squat with calf raises, narrow squat pistol to Cossack slide, ankle circles, Shrimps curtsy lunge, Quadruped hip drops, side lunge to curtsy lunge, and plyometric box jumps. You had been pushing your body to the limit, focusing on the task at hand, oblivious to the outside world.

Your other drills were: Sledge pulls, bear crawls, farmer's walk, HIIT training, body weight strength training, Push Press or Strict Press, and you had just finished a set of 100 pushups when you felt the presence of someone watching. You wiped the sweat from your brow and turned around to find Colonel König, impressed by your dedication. He had a stern look on his face, but his eyes held a hint of curiosity.

Sometimes you deadlifted and calisthenics, sometimes you sparred with the gym's punching bag until your knuckles were bruised and your breathing ragged.

(Two) König likes the height difference between the two of you. You're not exactly petite, standing at 5'11, but his towering 6'10 frame made you feel delicate in a way that was surprisingly comforting. His physique was imposing, a testament to the years of rigorous military training, yet there was a softness in his gaze that made you feel seen beyond the sweat and the grime of the gym.

A past incident left you injured, which sent König into a right frenzy at the time. You were in Milan when it happened. He was in Austria. Thousands of miles away from you. It was supposed to be a simple, routine mission, one that quickly went sour before you could scream the word 'extraction'. The intel was bad, shoddy at best, the enemy had anticipated your move, and suddenly you were caught in a crossfire, a bullet grazed your side and your left leg took the brunt of an explosion. The pain was sharp, the world spinning around you, and all you could think of was how you'd never get to see the Eiffel Tower again.

When you said, "Why do I have to get injured man. I was looking forward to seeing the Eiffel Tower. Chi vive sperando -- muore cantando. He who lives with hope dies singing. Thought you might need to hear that. My mother wouldn't stop bugging me until I did."

König's stern expression softened into a smile, a rare sight that seemed to warm the very air around you. He leaned in closer, his deep voice rumbling as he said, "And here I was, worried you'd forget your Italian after all that time in the field."

"I use it as much as I can." You remarked with a wide grin. "Ti sei fatta male cadendo dal Paradiso?" Meaning, Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

König's eyes narrowed, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "I'm not an angel, bella," he said, his Italian a gruff contrast to the melodic rhythm of your words. "But I've had my share of bruises from the fall."

"Angel's are the lord's soliders, Konig. They are strong as well as beautiful. You are an angel of the lord to me." You said with a wink at him. "Angels aren't delicate. My mother believes they are the fiercest of creatures."

Konig chuckled, a sound that was surprisingly gentle for someone so intimidating. "Your mother is a wise woman," he said, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary.

"So, there, you are an angel, rough edges not withstanding. I must say, you are MY angel, though. I still don't have any intention of sharing you, by the way." You smirked, looking him up and down subtly liking what you saw.

Colonel König's cheeks flushed slightly, a rare occurrence, but one that you had learned to recognise. "I'm not here to be your knight in shining armour, you know," he said gruffly, trying to maintain his usual composure.

"I don't want that, though. I never asked you to be." you said, your face now inches from his. As you leaned over your bed to get closer to him without hurting yourself more. "I want something a little more…intimate than that. And I want that over and over again."

König's throat bobbed, and he took a step back, trying to regain his composure. "Now isn't the time for this," he murmured, his gaze lingering on your bruised and bandaged form.

“I’m asking you out on a date, silly.” You whined as he touched your cheek, instinctively leaning into his warm hand.

König’s eyes searched yours, looking for the usual playfulness, but all he found was sincerity. His hand hovered for a moment before he pulled it away, his expression unreadable. “When you’re well enough to walk without wincing, then we’ll talk about it,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up in excitement.

König nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “If you can keep that mouth of yours shut and that flirty tongue in check until then, yes, really.”

“All the more reason to send you erotic poetry, then.” You said with a cheeky smile. “I’ll have you know, my tongue is quite… versatile.”

König’s smirk grew wider. “I’ll hold you to that promise,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. His cheeks flushed from the thought of the erotic poems you might send him.

(Three) König indeed received your poems through envelopes made from beige paper. Tinted with brown, as if it was drenched over with a tea bag. The poem itself is usually written on lavender scented paper. Written with a fountain pen, in metallic crimson ink and Italian cursive. Which curled and curved as if she waved a wand of seduction. Putting a spell of love and lust over him through a dance of words.

The page had a purple metallic border, painstakingly drawn onto the page to give it a feel of elegance, royalty, and timelessness. Imbued, bathed inside of eroticism, words flowed out of your heart and mind like a river of molten lava. One could burn through the page, breaking through the fabric of reality. A declaration of desire, testament to the passion you felt, and hoped to share with König.

The letters stuffed into a larger envelope disguised as normal military missives to prevent unwanted eyes on them. Each individual letter sealed with wax, pressed on with a griffon signet ring you picked up from a Flea Market when you visited your hometown in Florence. Hoping it would add another touch of romance to your lethal charm.

You described him as your angel, as yours, as someone you were not willing to share with anyone. The way you described him as a gemstone, rough around the edges and always holding value.

(Four) You also wrote him long form letters that you used the same method of writing your poems. Only difference between them was the scent on the paper. Instead of lavender it was Cherry Blossom and Jasmine. Written in matte crimson red ink instead of metallic.

‘I don’t want to live a fairy tale if it’s not with you.’

‘I want to make a home with you, next to you and hopefully, someday, on top of you.’

‘Your eyes are like the ocean, I always find myself drowning in them. Drifting off to sea without a care in the world. Without paddles unafraid of the circumstances of where I find myself heading towards. Flooded with a yearning to reach a destination where I might find you.’

‘I want to take your hands in mine and never let go. Your past isn’t your future, stop looking back, you’ll never be hurt again, not as long as I live on this planet.’

‘You will never be hurt again. I promise to shield you from harm. Even as you tower over me as easily as a redwood tree. I will protect your heart as someone should have long ago.’

‘You are not your mental health struggles. You are more than what you deem yourself worthy of. Like a gemstone, you are rough around the edges, always holding value, not matter the form you take.’

‘Lets build a cottage somewhere, a farm for you and me. A way to live with hurt or harm, a way to ease the hurt. A way to ease the soul. Let’s build a cottage somewhere, so I can build something for you come home to.’

‘I want to build you up with gold and make your cracks shine so bright. I want to hold each flaw with an embrace everlasting.’

‘I want to take the pain you feel from you. Leaving your soul unmarked and untainted from the horrors this world is capable of. Though I know it is not possible. We are not powerful gods as the ones the Greeks and Romans had prayed to. Even so, I will try anyway because you are worth it.’

‘I want to kiss you, softly, gently, passionately, with a fire burning brighter than the sun. A kiss to make you feel seen, a kiss making you feel alive. A kiss whispering endless promises of forever and ever after.’

Each letter signed off with, ‘We, Us, Together.’  

(Five) König loves bringing you with either Chamomile tea, Butterfly Pea Tea, Hibiscus Tea or Mulled wine. All of which you treasured deeply. Considering they were the ones you most likely went for if you could walk. During your physical therapy, he was a blessing covered in military gear. Even if he didn’t seem to think he was helping you.

“You’re here that matters more than you think it does.” You would remind him. A smile forming on your lips, your dimples on either side of your mouth giving you’re a gentle, youthful glow. It made his knees weak and wobbly at the sight of your smile.

Here you were hurt, and you fussed over his feelings, you were still making sure he knew he was appreciated. It was a strange role reversal he found oddly endearing. You were the one who had taken a bullet to your side and your leg had taken the explosive. Yet you were the one who was comforting him. He cleared his throat and nodded, a soft smile gracing his lips. "Dankeschön," he murmured, the German word for 'thank you' rolling off his tongue.

You replied, "Prego." meaning You're welcome in Italian.

[orangecuties]

SidGeno 12ish Days of Christmas - Day 1

Around The World in One Night - ao3 link

(I’m going to try to post one every day hopefully, but as you can see I’m already behind)

“Hey mom, is everything okay?” Sidney answered the phone with a worried note to his voice, his mom usually didn’t call this late, especially when she knew he had a game the next day.

“Sidney, your father is sick. Nothing serious, don’t worry! But we could really use your help back home since it’s so close to Christmas.”

Sidney groaned, this was the worst time of the year for his dad to get sick, this was the busiest month of the season and if he was sick there was no way he could get everything finished in time.

But Sidney couldn’t exactly drop everything and go home either, they were well into the season and the Christmas break wasn’t for a few more weeks.

“Mom, you know I want to come help, but I can’t exactly leave for a few weeks without any explanation,” Sid said, feeling guilty about it.

“Tell them your father is sick and needs help, I’m sure they’ll understand. Family is important, Sidney,” she said with a scolding tone.

Sidney flinched a little at the reproach, he knew she was right but he still hated missing games, “What about Taylor? Can’t she help dad and I can come down later?”

“Your sister has to finish her finals, and then she is coming down to help. I expect you to do the same.”

Sidney sighed, “Okay, I’m sorry, you’re right, I’ll see what I can do.”

Turn’s out Sidney wouldn’t need to do much though. A wrong turn and a bad hit that had his hand taking the brunt of the fall in the game the next day, left him with a hand fracture that was going to put him out for about three weeks, looks like he was headed home.

Normally he’d stay in Pittsburgh with a minor injury but since it was his hand and there wasn’t exactly a ton of PT to do other than let it heal, and some exercises he could do on his own, management gave him the clear to head out. But he wasn’t headed to Nova Scotia, he was headed to the North Pole.

Yeah, Sidney’s dad was Santa Claus, and he needed help preparing for Christmas because he was sick. Honestly, Sidney should’ve known before his mom had called him, his magic was acting up a little more than usual. Yeah, Sidney had magic too. Nothing major that could somehow give him an edge on the ice, just small stuff; make a little bit of snow appear, fix a broken toy with a small tap, make a toy appear out of thin air, basically anything within the realm of a small Christmas miracle. But lately he’d been able to do a bit more. Part of the “Santa” magic was being able to travel from place to place, Sidney could usually do small distances, like from his house to the grocery store, since his magic wasn’t as strong as his dads, but the other day he was staring at a photo of a lake back home and suddenly he was standing on his own dock all the way in Nova Scotia.

Whenever their dad got sick, Sidney and Taylor’s magic would hike up a bit just in case it was time for their dad to pass on the mantle to one of them. When Sidney was little, he didn’t really have any control over his magic and would sometimes snow over the house or make a pile of toys appear, but as he got older, he learned how to keep it under wraps, but it still went a little haywire for him when his dad was sick since he wasn’t used to controlling that level of magic.

Sidney was watching highlights of the Penguins game he was currently sitting out of while he was packing his stuff to head home for a month. They had played the Rangers and Geno got the OT goal to finish it up. As he was watching Geno’s celly on the screen his name flashed on Sidney’s phone with a text.

G: you watch game? got goal for you ))))

Sid: Yeah, I was just watching the highlights, good game G.

G: team miss captain ((((

Sid: haha I miss you guys too, I’ll be back in no time

G: know you miss me most ;)

Sid took a break from packing and was staring at the message on his phone and smiling. Him and Geno had been dancing around each other for years now but as they got older, they seemed to care less and less. They weren’t young rookies anymore with something to prove, and one-night stands weren’t enough anymore. They both flirted and teased the other but neither would make the first real move.

As Sid was staring down at his phone, he realized he did miss Geno a little and wished he could’ve been at the game tonight. As soon as the thought left his head though, Sid realized his mistake, but it was too late. He was now sitting on a hotel bed in New York in what he assumed was Geno’s room. Sid was freaking out and was trying to get himself to transport back to his house before Geno appeared when suddenly the bathroom door opened and out came Geno in nothing but a towel around his hips and one draped around his neck.

Geno jumped in shock at the sight of Sid and backed into the wall next to the other bed, “Sid? What you doing here!” Geno yelled out.

Sid had no idea what to do in this situation, he could just poof back to his house and just deny anything happened and tell Geno later he must’ve been dreaming, but he couldn’t really focus with Geno’s whole chest on display, still wet from the shower he just took, if anything, Sid wanted to get closer. So of course, Sid suddenly transported from sitting on the farther bed to sitting on the bed by the wall, right in front of Geno.

Geno stared wide eyed and looked like he was one second from fainting.

“I can explain.”

“Sid how you explain! You just poof and then you sitting in front of me! How you even here? Thought you were in Pittsburgh!”

“I was, I was, but then I was watching highlight and you messaged me and I showed up here without meaning to and I promise I can explain just please stop yelling,” Sid said placatingly, the last thing he needed was the team finding out he was actually here, in Geno’s bedroom, with Geno only wearing a towel.

Geno seemed to calm down a little but was still skeptical and was clutching the towel around his neck like a life-line. “Okay, explain.”

“Could you maybe put on some clothes,” Sid asked as he could feel his blush getting worse.

“Oh sorry, didn’t know was going to have guests,” Geno said sarcastically. “Plus! You one who scared me, why can’t I be in towel!”

“It’s a little distracting!” Sid yelled back, his entire face turning red now from embarrassment. Geno smirked as he walked past Sid to put his pajamas on, not at all subtly dropping the towel as he did so, at least he wasn’t freaked out anymore.

Geno took a seat in the chair across from the bed and Sid explained everything. Only a handful of people outside of his family knew about them and it felt nice to share it with someone else, he completely trusted Geno with the secret and knew he wouldn’t tell anyone, what he didn’t, but probably should’ve, expected was Geno to not believe him.

“I not believe you, this just big Christmas prank.”

“What, G, you literally saw me move from one bed to the other!”

“Magic trick, plus, I just come out of shower, eyes all foggy from steam, maybe I just see wrong.”

“How could you have seen wrong! Also, how could I have even gotten here from Pittsburgh you were messaging me earlier!”

“Mmm, still not believe, if real, show me some other magic, give me a toy,” Geno said with his tongue in his cheek trying to fight back a grin, he was totally fucking with Sid at this point, but probably just to make him give up his prank, not actually prove he had magic. But Sid is nothing if not one to never refuse a challenge, so he closed his eyes and then Geno was holding a teddy bear.

Geno turned the bear over in his hands and stared at it as if it was somehow in on the prank as well.

“Okay fine, I believe you, your dad Santa, but still don’t get how you get here?”

“Well, my dad needs to be able to move around fast you know? And like I said, when my dad gets sick it makes my powers get a bit stronger, so I was able to travel from Pittsburgh to here.”

“Yes, I get magic part already. But why you here, why you poof here, to my room Sid?” Geno asked with a hopeful look in his eye. The same look both of them had been wearing for months hoping the other would finally make a move.

Sidney looked to the side trying to avoid eye contact, clearly embarrassed, but he didn’t want to lie to Geno, “Well, I uh, when you texted me, I realized I missed you guys and my powers made me show up here,” Sidney said, which wasn’t a lie, but wasn’t the whole truth either.

“Why you not show up during game then? Or show up in Tanger’s room or Phil’s room? Why you show up in my room Sid?” Geno asked, clearly a little frustrated with Sid’s answer. “You miss everyone Sid?” Geno asked softly, putting his hand gently under Sid’s chin to raise his eyes up to look at him.

“I missed you, G, my magic brought me to you.”

Geno used the hand on Sid’s face to pull him forward into a kiss. It was soft and gentle and everything Sid had been dying for, for years.

They pulled apart and were both wearing huge grins, laughing softly.

“You know we could’ve been doing this for years,” Sid said, his forehead leaned against Geno’s.

“We both too stupid to make move,” Geno said, leaning back in to kiss Sidney again.

They moved from sitting to laying on the bed together making out. Sidney could feel the magic in him swirling with his happiness, no doubt there would be a small flurry of snow falling outside Geno’s window and a mistletoe plant growing above their heads. As much as he hated to do it, Sidney pulled away and sat up.

“I really do have to go G,” Sidney said a little breathless, caressing Geno’s face with his hand.

“You go save Christmas, will be waiting for you when you get back,” Geno said, grabbing Sid’s hand and kissing his palm.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to tell my dad to leave you a nice present, although I’m sure you’re on the naughty list.”

“Don’t worry, I already got what I wish for.”

[thebabybrooklynriver]

Brooks&Bei || Dinner & A Movie

Who: Brooks & Bei Where: Apartment When: Jan 11 What: Some tears. Some wet shoes. Some kissing.

Brooklyn stumbled into the apartment after what had to be the just the longest fucking day. His feet hurt. His back ached.  He grumbled softly as he dropped his bag and stumbled over to the couch. He landed face first and cussed as he snuggled into it. He'd been overworking himself and knew it, but the money was necessary if he was going to go through with the lawyer... and he was. No matter how hard it was, how expensive. He'd given enough and his kids didn't deserve to suffer because he was a coward.

Back in the apartment, somewhere near the bathroom, a loud thud echoed out followed shortly after by a quick, hushed curse and the sound of shuffling steps.

Brooklyn's eyes narrowed as he turned his head, both to escape the suffocating heat of his own air trapped in the couch and because of the sound. He stood slowly, shuffling over toward the bathroom and knocking on the door. "Did you fall in the toilet again?"

Bei cursed behind the door and cleaned up his mess- which consisted of a shattered soap dish -before he finally turned to open the door. "No, asshole. That was one time- and my foot slipped when I was trying to change the lightbulb. Don't be a jerk about it. We can't all be freakishly tall giants."

"Are you hurt?" He asked with soft concern, "Or just startles with your hair doing that one flat sideway thing?"

He blinked then furrowed his brows in confusion. "...what?"

“Are you bleeding?” Brooklyn sighed as he moved to help him.

"No..." Bei replied automatically before he glanced down at his hands and noticed a small amount of blood welling on one finger. "Well- not badly." He grumbled before he turned to the medicine cabinet and started to dig through it.

He frowned and finished picking up the pieces before dumping them in the trash. He’d need to broom to be sure, especially with Finn but for now... “let me see?” He murmured and grabbed his hand.

"I'm fine, Brooklyn..." Bei protested as the larger man grabbed his hand. "It's just a scratch."

"I know," He murmured as he looked over the wound. Brooks smiled gently and washed his finger with a smile.

Bei let out an exasperated exhale, but he didn't fight Brooklyn. Instead he let the other wash his hand as he shift slightly by the sink.

Brooklyn licked his lips before looking over and kissing Bei gently.

Bei blinked, caught guard by the show of affection as he stared at Brooklyn.

He pulled back before grabbing a bandaid and putting over the cut.

"Brooklyn..."

"Yes, sir?" He asked as he looked over.

Bei froze and slowly lift his gaze to fix on Brooklyn once more.

He raised a brow over at him, "What did I grow a second head?"

"No... no. Just... don't-" He shook his head and looked away. "Don't call me sir."

"...wha- Whoa hey, I didn't mean to upset you."

"no... No. Not upset."

"Then... what's the big deal about saying sir?"

"just.. Don't?" He asked softly.

"Okay." He murmured as he ran a hand over his back, "I won't again."

Bei shivered and let out a breath as he closed his eyes..

Looking over him, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Brooklyn..."

He thumbed at his neck as he hummed. "Want to go out?"

"out?"

"On a date," he murmured as he kissed his jaw.

He bit his lip and swallowed. "Brooks..."

"Yes, Bei?" He murmured as he cupped his face, kissing him tenderly.

He made a soft noise against Brooklyn's lips before he kissed him back.

He cupped his face and kissed him once more, slowly.

Bei stepped in closer to brooks.

He groaned softly before breaking the kiss. "So?"

"you're supposed to be getting over me... Not kissing me and asking me on dates..." He whispered.

"I think I might have gotten my signals crossed then, "Brooklyn whispered as he nudged their noses together.

"Brooks..." He breathed out weakly.

"Tell me no and I'll just go make us dinner." He smiled, "Or we can go watch The Greatest Showman."

"you know I've already seen that..."

"And I know you'd watch it again and I haven't seen it."

Bei laughed softly and looked down.

Brooklyn nosed along his cheek and planted a kiss there.

A smile settled on his features and he bit his lip. "you make it hard to say no to you..."

"Kinda my whole secret plan," He teased, "Make it impossible to say no."

Bei laughed again and shook his head.

"That's when I ask for another cat."

"No. That I will emphatically say no to. One is enough."

He pouted but smiled, "So yes to the other part?"

"I... It's just... we..."

"We?" He asked softly.

"We shouldn't. You shouldn't. You should get over me. You shouldn't be kissing me."

"Is that what you really want?" Brooks asked, hands on Bei's hips.

"What I want doesn't matter, Brooklyn."

"I think it does."

"No." He pulled away and shook his head. "No, it doesn't."

"Back to square one." He sighed, "I'm not going to drop out of your life." Brooklyn reminded him gently. "Either way. Movie invitation stands and also I made soup."

He moved to cross his arms over himself. "Haven't you even noticed? The trips- their getting more and more frequent. And I know at my next appointment with my Cardiologist their going to tell me the original prognosis no longer stands. Why the hell would you even want to be involved with that?"

"I have. I've been there. Not for all of them I know, but a lot. I try. To get off work and be there when you want me. Scatter when you need to brood." Brooklyn replied as he met his eyes. "I told you. While you're living I want in. And I know there might hit a point where you're strapped to a bed and it ain't really a life anymore, and I'll be there too. Letting you brood and be angry and wagging my brows to try to make you laugh, because you? You're worth it."

Bei felt tears sting his eyes and he pursed his lips as he tried to hold them in. After a moment though they started to fall anyway and he moved to dig his palms into them, trying to physically push back the tears.

Brooklyn didn't say more. Just wrapped around him, holding him close and to his chest.

He tried to fight at first, hitting against Brooklyn's chest with closed fists. After a moment though, he seemed to nearly collapse against Brooklyn as the sobbing grew and he buried his face in the other's shoulder.

He took the hits easily. Wanted to. The weight Bei carried day in and out wasn't something anyone else could begin to bear. He knew that the struggles were large and small. Slowly consuming Bei's life as the shadow of his death grew longer. And even the hope felt like another sentence. Ten years. Ten years was a drop in a bucket to what the man should have. He felt all that and could do very little to ease it. To make it lighter. But he'd walk beside him anyway, in any capacity he could. Because if his own life would be defined in the before, during, and after of his time with Bei, he'd do the most to be present in every moment they had left. A dog with a bone. Loyal to the grave. "I'm not going to stop living once you're gone, if that's what you're worried about." Brooklyn said softly against his hair. "I wouldn't do your memory a disservice like that. You brought me back to life, Bei. Let me it live it with you, as a friend if that's all you can bear, for as long as I can."

"I hate you." Bei sobbed into Brooklyn's shoulder. His fingers curled into the other's shirt, and he repeated the words over and over again as his knees went weak and the brunt of his weight fell into the larger man. "I hate you, Brooklyn."

Brooklyn's stomach swooped unpleasantly at the words, but he held on regardless. Caught him as Bei slumped against him. He breathed in against his hair before picking him up and carrying him onto the couch. "I don't believe you, mostly cause you didn't say my full name."

He tried pathetically to struggle when he was picked up, but the effort was quickly abandoned as new tears took hold. "I hate you." He whispered again and again and again into Brooklyn's now wet shirt.

"Yeah, yeah." Brooks replied, "I hear that a lot." He sat with Bei in his lap and cupped his face, thumbing away tears. "It's okay to hate me, sometimes I hate me too."

"You can't- you don't get to do this." Bei tried to growl, but the sound came out as a pathetic whimper instead.

"Free will and all that." Brooks replied softly, kissing his nose then playfully squeezing his ass.

Bei hit his shoulder pathetically before he reached up and rubbed at his eyes.

He huffed a little at the hit and moved to rub his back in small soothing circles.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why?" He repeated softly

"Why what? I said a lot of stuff. Or was it why grab my ass, Brooks?" He murmured softly.

"Why are you doing this? Why won't you just..."

"Disappear at the first of trouble? Do some sort of cost analysis and decide that this is supremely not worth it?" Brooklyn replied, "React like you expect and not defy your every expectation of all humans ever?" He asked as he tucked back Bei's hair, "That?"

"Yes."

He breathed out and in, shallow breaths then deeper before speaking. "I- I am often guilty of not fighting for things I love or want because of fear I am not good enough. I reached a point where the fear, shame, anxiety- the bad made me believe that my self worth is nothing and I deserve nothing." Brooklyn whispered, the honesty behind the words opening scabs and old wounds and everything in between. Vulnerability. A man who wore his heart on his sleeve only to have it torn time and time again. "But I realized that this particular instance had nothing to do with my value and had to do with what you perceive yours to be." He met his eyes as he said, very firmly and with every ounce of belief, faith, and love he had, "And you are worth fucking stars, Bei Huang. Every moment of you is worth fucking stars. And the world will not die with you but it will be poorer and less beautiful without you in it, so I intend to make every second of your beautiful catastrophe of a life fucking miserable, since you hate me so much, by being there till those stars flicker out."

Bei felt the tears in his eyes renew and he squeezed them shut, shaking his head as he tried to pull away from Brooklyn.

Brooklyn held him in place, thumbing away the tears as he cupped his face. "I want to be." He said softly, "Short and simple. I want to be. I will be." He leaned their foreheads together and booped Bei's nose with his own. "I want to be."

"You just don't... get it."

"Do you need to?" Brooks asked softly, "because I think you could spend days hearing me give a dissertation on reasons why I want this and you'd wave it away as... pointless."

"I had accepted it." Bei whispered. IT's a part of me. A fact I can't fight- and I spent years doing that." He whispered softly. "When I first got shipped back, I was angry. And scared. And I didn't want to even consider that my life had effectively been carved into half of what it should be. I fought it- rebelled, ignored it. It took what felt like centuries to be okay with it. To accept that at worst, I have a year... and at best, I maybe have ten. That's my life, it's all I've got. And I have to live it the best I can. Then when it's done- it's done. That took me years. And now... without even thinking about it... without so much as a second thought, you swoop into my life and make me feel things... feel things that make me that scared, sniveling idiot again. Make me afraid to die."

Brooklyn chuckled, "You woke me up to once. It's about time I got to return the favor." His eyes stayed serious, trained on him as he thought, processed, and swallowed. "You- Fearing death and wanting to live are different. Maybe you feel both. But I think that maybe you'd resigned yourself to half living for a while there. I'm not saying that we'll be able to beat the odds. That you'll live tens years, or twenty or more. Maybe you get one. Maybe you get months, but better or worse I'm here. Hopeful and hopeless. All sides of this. I'm here."

"You don't get it." Bei repeated and shook his head as he looked away. "How could you?"

"You're right. I can't." He whispered, "I can't. But I'll listen if you want. I'll try my damnedest and when that's not enough I won't tell you not to feel it. Or make it seem like it's not a valid way of feeling. You're your own person, Bei. I'm not seeking to change that."

He shook his head and grabbed a pillow from the couch, pulling it in tight to his chest.

Brooklyn sighed and nodded, continuing to rub his back.

"I hate you." He whispered softly again, voice muffled by the pillow.

"Okay." He whispered back, kissing the top of his head.

He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face into the pillow in his arms.

Spooky, being a cat, felt that this was the best time to make a home in the space between them. Nudging her head against Bei's over and over again in a demand for pets. "Spoops," Brooks said softly, using his free hand to pet her. "Not the best timing, buddy."

He shift, pulling away from the cat and instead sequestering himself further into the corner of the couch.

Brooks sighed, apologizing to the cat before moving her and moving to half lay on Bei. Hesitantly, he whispered. "Me too."

"... What?"

"Bei speak," He explained, stomach knotting in nervousness. "I hate you too. In Bei speak."

He lift his head and glanced up and over, gaze fixing on Brooklyn.

He swallowed thickly. And of course Finn had felt this was the best time to join them on the already full couch. Spooky hissing until she was able to climb atop him and settle down. Brooklyn laughed a little as he watched them and then looked up to Bei. "If I translated it right, anyway."

"Brooklyn..."

"Yeah?"

"I.... You..."

"Words, Bei. Use them. Unless you plan to do an interpretative dance."

He made a pathetic sound- something similar to a wet laugh as he lift a hand and rubbed his eyes.

He leaned in and kissed him gently, pulling his hands from his face as he deepened it.

He sniffled even as Brooklyn's lips met his, though he did close his eyes and lean into the kiss.

He cupped his face and tangled his other hand into Bei's hair.

Bei made a soft sound and leaned into the touch.

A beat and he broke the kiss, "Think you could eat?"

He pursed his lips before he slowly nodded his head.

"You wanna eat now or kiss more first?" He asked gently as he thumbed over his cheek, the line of his jaw.

"... Kiss."

"Good answer," He smiled and kissed him again, slow and wanting.

Bei kissed him back carefully.

He carded his hand through Bei's hair as he deepened it slowly.

He leaned into it and responded to the kiss in kind.

Brooklyn turned his body, chest to chest with Bei as he deepened it with his tongue sliding over the other mans.

A shiver slid through Bei when their tongues met, and it seemed to be all the provocation he needed before he moved, shifting on the couch till he was over Brooklyn, straddling him with both knees digging into the couch on either side.

Brooklyn stared up at him, licking his lips as his hands went over his sides. "Oh god." He whispered as he took Bei in, felt his body over him. "Beautiful." He murmured.

Bei leaned into the touch and bit his lip as he met Brooklyn's eyes.

He smiled, a little dopey looking as he kissed him gentled again.

Bei smiled back before he fell in against Brooklyn, kissing him back softly.

He ran a hand through Bei's hair, kissing him more and more deeply.

His hips rolled down slowly as both hands found their way to the sides of Brooklyn's neck.

He groaned softly before grinding up against him.

A quiet moan escaped him, the sound muffled by Brooklyn's lips as his fingers pressed into the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Bei," He rasped as he deepened the kiss once again.

"Yeah?" He whispered against his lips.

"Want you," He rasped as he kissed him once more.

"Surprise..." Bei teased before he kissed him back hard, teeth grazing against his lower lip.

"Shut it," He murmured back with his lip caught in Bei's teeth. Tugging it free, he kissed down to his jaw and neck.

Bei tipped his head willingly, exposing his neck to Brooklyn as he pushed a hand up into his long hair. "That's just rude..."

Brooklyn sucked a mark into his neck. "And?"

He groaned, fingers tangling and tugging on the hair that he'd grasped. "You... shouldn't be... rude."

Brooklyn shuddered, "Yes S-, Yes Bei."

Bei pulled back slightly, blinking as he looked at Brooklyn.

"What?" He licked his lips.

"S...?"

"Sir?" He flushed, "But you said not too."

He shivered and bit his lip as he closed his eyes.

"Bei?" He asked gently.

"...yeah?"

"Is that bad?"

"No... no." He replied breathlessly.

"Oh?" He flushed, "do you like stuff like that?"

He pursed his lips and shift slightly. "Yeah... that-... that, I do."

"Oh," He breathed out, "Like Norman and the harnesses?"

He furrowed his brows. "Huh?"

"He wears them... under his clothes."

"I vaguely remembering him mention it. Have you... and Norman?"

"No. We're friends. He showed me... Both bottoms, ya know?" He flushed a little.

"Two bottoms can sleep together, Brooklyn..." Bei laughed softly.

"I know... I'm not saying they can't.... I think our likes just run too similarly... I like... being topped. Dominating."

He smiled and nodded. "So I've noticed."

"That's why I don't generally top." He murmured as he glanced away. "The pressure to be in control..."

Bei leaned in and pressed a soft, careful kiss to Brooklyn's neck. "Everyone has their preferences."

He shivered as he felt Bei's mouth, hands grasping at his hips. "Bei."

"Yeah?"

"Please," He murmured gently.

"Please?"

Brooks nodded as he pulled him down for a hard kiss.

Bei groaned and leaned in, kissing him back.

He rolled his hips up as he groaned loudly.

Bei ground his own hips down against Brooklyn's as he tugged on his hair.

He moaned again, continuing to move his hips as he deepened the kiss.

The moan made Bei shiver and he tipped Brooklyn's head to kiss along the line of his jaw.

He pressed his head back against the couch, "Bei." He rasped in a moan, hand sliding under his shirt.

He rolled his hips once more and kissed down to his neck, leaving a mark there.

He groaned at the contact, his own hips pressing up to increase the friction.

He kissed along the line of his throat slowly, down over his shoulder as he tugged Brooklyn's shirt collar to the side.

"I can just... take it off." He pointed out as he shivered.

"I know..." Bei whispered against his skin.

"Don't you want me to?" He asked as he licked his lips.

"Not... at this moment, no." He whispered and shook his head.

"Why?"

"Are you in such a rush?"

"No?" He rasped out then shivered again.

"Liar..."

"I am," He chuckled as he moved to kiss him hard.

Bei groaned into it as he kissed Brooks in return.

"I am lying," He murmured between kisses, "I want you."

He smiled and nipped at Brooklyn's lip again slowly.

He shivered as he shut his eyes, enjoying the sensation. The feeling of him there and close and warm.

Bei pulled back and bumped his nose to Brooklyn's before he pursed his lips. "So..." He managed after a beat with a sly grin. "Movie?"

He whined but after a moment nodded, "Movie."

"I'm surprised you agreed." He laughed softly.

Brooklyn pouted but pushed back Bei's hair with one hand.

He leaned into the touch and exhaled.

“Would you like to go now?” He asked gently.

"Yeah... yeah." He nodded his head.

Brooklyn kissed him gently once again.

He sighed softly and kissed him back.

He pulled away, “come on time to watch you musical husband.”

"You can't tell me you aren't as infatuated with him as I am."

“Haven’t seen the movie to know,” he smiled.

"You have seen Hugh Jackman, though."

“I have,” He asked as he kissed him gently.

"And you're telling me you aren't infatuated with him?"

“I had more of a crush Magnus.” He smiled.

"Magnus?"

“Bane.” He hummed.

"...you mean the gay wizard from that one tv show?"

“The actor from the movie was hot as well,” he pointed out.

Bei rolled his eyes and got off Brooklyn's lap.

He grinned after him and pulled him back, kissing over his stomach and chest.

Bei fell back with an oof and laughed softly.

He hummed against him. “Eat first. Okay? I made soup.”

"...what is with you and shoving food down my throat?"

“I love you and I feed people I love?”

"Brooklyn..."

"Eat." He nudged him forward.

"I can eat there... or on the way... or after."

"Do you not like my soup?"

"Your soup is fine Brooklyn."

"But the movie is better?"

Bei glanced over and offered a sheepish grin.

He nudged him before standing, "Go. Shoes."

His grin grew before he scrambled to his feet and moved to the door.

Brooklyn went after him slowly, pulling on his shoes as he watched Bei.

His eyes narrowed, "First foremost."

"...what?"

"Are shoes more important than food?"

"Equal. We'll get food when we get your shoes."

"But I made food." Brooklyn pointed out.

"Then we'll eat when we get back."

"Promise?" Brooks asked as he grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together.

Bei stopped short, looking from Brooklyn, down to their hands, then back up.

"Is that bad?" He asked, loosening his grip.

"No... no. Just..."

"Just?"

"Just..."

"No?"

"I don't know what... this... we..."

"Do we need to define it past I'm here for you, right now?"

"No... no."

"Would you feel more comfortable with waiting till we know what this is a little more?" Brooks asked, "Cause I... I think I could do with waiting if you could."

His brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean.... I don't know what this is either. And I think I'd want a few dates before you decide whether to keep me or not." He smiled.

He laughed softly and looked down at his feet. "You know me, Brooklyn. You know I'm..."

"Poly?" Brooklyn asked, "Yeah I know."

"Yeah. Exactly."

"I don't expect that to change?"

"You don't?"

"Why would I?"

"I don't know..."

Brooks licked his lips, "Bei I don't... want something more than what we had... although the kissing would be nice if that continued."

"You don't?"

"It's not like I won't get jealous, just that... your happiness comes first. And jealous is like, ah I wish he was with me. Not like HE CAN'T BE WITH ANYONE ELSE."

"But you're not... you're not poly, are you?"

"I... don't know?" He frowned, "I haven't thought about it."

"Really? You've never thought about it?"

"I spent most of my adult life with one person." Brooklyn replied, "And I loved her so I was happy to be with just her." He inhaled, "Now faced with the possibility of more... I don't know."

Bei licked his lips and nodded his head slowly. "Yeah... yeah. I guess that makes sense."

"I think if I found someone I loved," Brooklyn replied quietly, clearly unsure of himself., "Or could love like I do you, I would like the idea of being with both of you."

He glanced up, lifting one hand to push it through his hair.

"But if I'm honest, I don't know yet."

"That's... that's fair. That's very fair."

Brooklyn huffed a little, looking at his feet and squishing his toes against the sole of his wet shoe. "I might not be poly, but I've become more and more educated on it since I moved in with you. And I am of the belief that there is nothing wrong or unnatural about it. I've reflected on it enough to know that the human heart isn't limited to a certain portion of love. So you do you, Bei."

Bei glanced up and bit his lip. Eventually he shook his head and pushed a hand back through his hair. "In the end I guess it doesn't matter anyway."

"Why not?" He frowned a little as he looked over.

"It's not like I'm actually going to date anyone anyway."

"Oh... That's fair." He murmured and squeezed his hands. "So is there like a payless near by?"

Bei looked up to meet Brooklyn's gaze and smiled softly. "I'm sure we can find one."

He leaned into him, bumping their shoulders before moving out the door with Bei in tow.

He let out a quiet laugh and kept close as he followed Brooks out.

[ohdearhart-blog1]

hey pals!! i’m sam and i’m sorry for taking a million years to actually be on the dash ( damn you work!! ), but i’m finally here!! but enough about me, here’s a lil bit about thomas!! 

tw: cancer, death

thomas ryan hart- tom or tommy to those who know him best- is the second son to a beta couple from denver, colorado. growing up, thomas had a picture perfect life. his parents had a great marriage, loved and supported both of their sons and their family was part of one of the larger packs in the denver area. both of his parents were very vocal about omega rights within their own pack and raised their boys with the same ideals. 

tom was a late bloomer and thought he was going to be a beta just like his parents but it was one night about a month before he graduated high school that he woke up with his first heat. his family was- and has been- incredibly accepting and supportive, something he knows other omegas don’t always receive after they present. 

he left home for college, moving to lykos and pursing a degree in elementary education. it was during his sophomore year at a speed dating session held in the campus union building that he’d been drug to by his roommate that he met david. it was an immediate connection, the two of them opting out of switching partners to the point where they were asked to leave if they weren’t going to participate. they went and got coffee and spent hours talking.

tom hadn’t been a hermit by any means- he had dated both men and women, alphas and betas and even had a deep emotionally intimate relationship with another omega. but with david, it was nothing like he’d ever felt before with anyone. david had been the ideal alpha for him- strong but sweet, funny but not insensitive and who always treated tom as an equal. they dated throughout the rest of college and by the time they were graduated, they were mated.

it was david who brought him to the vivus pack and while it wasn’t always the same pack atmosphere he had grown up with in denver, the members quickly became home. their ‘live for now’ mentality took a while to get used to ( especially when david would go out and do reckless things in the name of fun ) but it’s brought him more out of his shell, made him more comfortable with letting loose and enjoying himself no matter what the situation. 

the two had been trying to start a family for months to no avail before going to a doctor to check for infertility. it was during that visit that they came to find that david had cancer. it was during some imaging that the doctor had found the lump in his testicle and almost immediately, david began treatment. they both remained optimistic despite the cancer having spread to his lymph nodes, thinking that aggressive treatments would win out in the end if only because the cancer had not yet metastasized. but even after almost sixteen months of treatment, david took a turn for the worst. 

it’s been a little over a year since tom buried his mate. despite his family’s offers to bring him home, he’s stayed in lykos. his pack members have become his family and the city has become home. his mating bite has started to fade which has caused some inner turmoil for him but it’s something he suppresses, not yet wanting to deal with the thought of losing that tie to his first real love. 

A COUPLE LIL TIDBITS ABOUT HIM NOW THAT BACKSTORY IS OUT OF THE WAY 

tom teaches kindergarten and he loves it. he started out teaching fourth graders and while he enjoyed that, he really feels as if he’s found his niche with his kindergarteners.

tom is absolutely the Mom Friend™. he will always ask if you’re taking care of yourself, will bug you about not eating enough and if given the opportunity, will cook you too much food and send it all home with you. it’s that stereotypical nurturing omega aspect in him.

tom has recently gotten back on heat suppressants after spending a little around two and a half years off them. he had stopped taking them when he and david had tried to get pregnant and only at david’s insistence did he stay off them even during treatment-- just on the off chance that something took. 

he’s touchy-feely. be prepared for hugs or heads on your shoulder or hip checks or his hand somehow finding yours to offer a quick squeeze. pack members tend to bear the brunt of his affections and there’s probably not one member of vivus who hasn’t gotten a kiss on the cheek, shoulder or forehead by tom. 

tom is busy. if he’s not at work, he’s at the gym. if he’s not at the gym, he’s at an extended learning class ( no matter what it is- tax preparation to water aerobics to dance and art ). if he’s not doing either of those things, he tries to fill his time with people- his coworkers, his friends, his pack- all to delay having to go home to an empty apartment. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS I KNOW THIS IS LONG IM SORRY 

the best friend. the one who has been there through everything- the good, the bad and the ugly- and stuck around. someone who isn’t afraid to call tom on his shit but also is supportive when he needs someone to be there. ( THE RIDE OR DIE )

the person who has no problem being the bad influence. probably a fellow vivus pack member who pushes tom’s definition of ‘fun’ and ‘reckless’ ( and sometimes ‘irresponsible ) and blurs the line between the two. ( THE DEVIL ON THE SHOULDER )

the one tom turned to during his last two heats. someone who he might be very close to or might barely know but who was there to get him through the first heat after getting back on the suppressants and who had been called again to help with the last one he had. might also be a casual hook-up partner, might just be a living dildo for heats. ( THE BOOTY CALL ) 

someone who- for whatever reason- can’t stand tom and the feeling is 100% mutual. maybe something specific happened or maybe they both just rub the other the wrong way but whatever it is, they can’t stand one another. ( THE DINKLEBERG )

listen,,,,,, this is forever long i’m so sorry i’m just honestly really excited. if you want to plot with me and my kiddo, just give this a like and i’ll invade your ims or shoot me a message and we’ll see what we can come up with!!