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[lightsandlust]

Sensational Sixteen

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Derek Hale had always been a werewolf.  He had first started changing when he was ten, and his parents had been so proud.  His grades were amazing, and he was the star of the Lacrosse team.  But summer had been long and during the warmer months, Derek had turned sixteen.

It was a special time for a wolf.  Sixteen was when their senses truly awakened.  It meant he would be able to sniff out his true mate.  He had been sent to a special camp with other werewolves but there had been no luck.

But today was the first day of school and there was still hope his mate might be human.

He was just parking his Camaro when the scent invaded through his open window.  His mate was here, in the school.

Rolling the window up and turning off the car, he stepped out and looked around, eyes falling on Stiles Stilinski...his heart pounding in his chest.  He knew his eyes were flashing.  He closed them tightly before pulling on a pair of sunglasses.

Making his way towards Stiles and the boy’s friends, he cleared his throat.

“Stilinski...can we talk?”

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[iwatchedyouwhileyouslept]

What was it like to be obliterated with a single snap of fingers? At the moment it happened in Wakanda, he had been fighting Thanos with Steve and the rest. Phil had died already, brought back in the most painful and torturous way anyone could possibly imagine. He was dead for nearly a week, had his skull opened and layered, but was awake and begging to die. After being infused with Kree blood he nearly lost his mind, but he overcame that and was ready to live. But at the point of the snap, he had simply stared at Steve, muttered only his name. At first he couldn’t feel his legs, his entire body went numb. Then they simply turned to a fine ash, his Chitauri modified weaponry having fallen to the ground, along with the genetically coded hand. Phil had died a second death, which looked more brutal than the first.

Coming back had been more simple. He was simply willed into existence, and once they all figured out what was going on, those who had been left in Wakanda, Strange and others made an appearance. There wasn’t any time to process it. He had only attached his hand and plucked up his weapon. Five years for everyone else had been an instant and he was thrown back into fighting reality as they knew it, something far worse than just merely half of everyone gone.

When it looked like Steve was on his very last legs of the fight, it was Phil who spoke into the earpiece. He didn’t state on your left, anything of the kind. Just simply said his name. “ Steve? “ — and then. “ You’re not alone. “ He was the first to step through as every portal opened up, charging the Chitauri weapon on his hip. He ran out onto the field, his face still smeared with blood as before, that suit ripped up, the tie completely gone. He’d never glimpsed a more frightening sight in his life, staring down Thanos and an entire universal army, but he came out all the same, walking proudly as if he’d never died for a second time, ready to face a third death.

“ Looks like you could use some back up. “ A simple twist of his hand brought the holographic blue shield out to into the fray, followed by every other portal opening, every single person who could possibly fight or had the courage to face down Thanos and an alien army, making their way on the field.

#heroesofbr00klyn #blipped

[shieldagentcoulson]

Send me the first word that comes to your mind when my muse is mentioned!

“Cards… because you wanted me to sign them when we first met….”

"You know, I still need to get you to sign them...."

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[izzyeffinhands]

So, I want to personally thank @avastyetwats ‘s mun yesterday. She stayed in contact with me during the tornado emergency. This is a screenshot of the tumblr conversation. I’m not editing out the time at the top as I just took it.

Yesterday, I started up the last episode of the 60th Anniversary of Doctor Who and two minutes in I got a tornado warning alert on my phone. I was baffled as it was creepily quiet outside and still. But that often happens just before a tornado, as I’ve been in a few. I still thought maybe it was meant to be a watch until I turned the news on. Rotation had been detected, fast winds and storms coming my way, not yet a confirmed touchdown.

Me checking my tv and and my response was maybe a minute apart. She hunted down my phone number from our previous messaging and stayed in contact with me as everything happened. If you’ve never been in a tornado, let me tell you it’s terrifying. The speed at which I ran to my mother’s room and dragged her out of bed still amazes me. I barked orders, I told her to get up and get in the hall and I returned to the tv.

They started blowing up the Woodlawn/Clarksville area. They pulled up my street and yelled for us to take cover immediately. Within minutes the storm was on us, whipping up wind and pummeling my house with hail. But the tornado right above my head did not touchdown on the ground where I lived. I told her I was okay, my tv signal came through and it had moved VERY VERY quickly over us. Then I saw the cameras from Main Street of Clarksville looking toward our direction. A tornado had touched down in the North Clarksville area. I was safe but I was TERRIFIED for my friends that I knew lived over in that area. Thankfully, they’re all okay. This is the quick picture I took of my tv and had sent to two muns I tagged. These are the cameras as the tornado was spotted.

Our city and county is devastated. There are dead and missing. I’m sort of starting to cry a bit because I so PHENOMENALLY lucky this waited to touchdown until after it had passed me. But I just wanted to let people know in a statement what happened to me personally, and I wanted to thank her for staying in touch via text. Other people weren’t so lucky. I was on the phone all afternoon and into the night until I passed out, checking in and being checked in on.

You know how when a funeral happens, people come out of the woodwork? That’s what yesterday felt like to me. I had people I hadn’t spoken to in years texting me, calling me, hitting me up on social media to see if I was okay. It was the weirdest fucking feeling. I guess more people care about me than I thought. I’ve only just recently in the past months finally made friends in my area and I think I wouldn’t have been as frantic and emotional if I didn’t have them and had been very worried if they were even alive.

Anyway. Thank you again for staying in contact. Also thank you @heroesofbr00klyn for checking up on me during/after it had just moved past. She was busy working so it took her a second to see if said I was in a tornado warning. But thank you both very much for just being there for me like that in the emergency situation.

#out of hands [ooc] #tornado #Clarksville #my account #thank you avastyetwats and heroesofbr00klyn #not using actual names for privacy <3 #heroesofbr00klyn #avastyetwats

[skyofstorms]

@heroesofbr00klyn [continued from here]

Stiles let out a shaky breath as Chris held him, that had on his cheek, the hunter’s forehead pressed to his own, was enough for the moment. Finally, he nodded his head slowly and pulled back. “I’m glad I found you… promise me… promise me you won’t leave me…”

Chris tilted his head, leaning to cover Stiles' lips with his own again. "Not if I have a say in the matter. I'm right here." he swore when he pulled back. Even with the amount they had drank, Chris was still very aware the grime from their hunt on their clothes. "I'm going to shower. Do you want to join me or wait?"

#heroesofbr00klyn #Steve R. #request muse; Chris #t; Giving In

[soviet-ghost-story]

❛ i know i shouldn’t be here but … i just needed to see you. ❜

The last time he had seen Steve, it had been there in the woods, when an elderly man claiming to be Steve had given Sam the shield. The man had vanished after that, and Bucky had been upset about Steve leaving him behind then, and he had fostered that pain all the way until now. He'd turned himself in after the dust had settled - to face his past, to face the truth of what HYDRA had forced him to do, to face justice in the hopes that perhaps they would show mercy to a man who had been manipulated, tortured, and brainwashed. He doubted they would, but he had been a war hero once, a long time ago. The authorities had cuffed him and put him in the Raft for safekeeping until his hearing could commence - apparently, the world was in disarray after the return of half of the population so abruptly, and procedures were taking time. Furthermore, even though Bucky had turned himself in and had proven to be uninterested in struggling against this willing captivity, they had deemed him too dangerous to be held in conventional prison while awaiting his day before the tribunal. Inmates in the Raft rarely got visitors; only important people were allowed entry into it, and no one around who might have wanted to visit him were important enough to gain access. At least, that was what he had thought - until he heard that voice. Bucky stilled, his heart jumping into his throat. His eyes unfocused as he clenched the book in his hand and refused to look up - it was not the voice of an elderly man speaking to him from behind these bars. He knew it had to be impossible, and that bitterness and hurt flared up again at the very idea. His breathing quickened, and it was almost a panic attack threatening to overtake him - that wouldn't do; he didn't want anyone within the Raft to think he was volatile or unstable. Closing his eyes, Bucky took a deep breath, and steeled himself before he opened his eyes and raised his head to look up over the top of his book. He stared in silence at Steve Rogers looking at him, those familiar blue eyes looking pained, saddened to see him behind bars like this. Bucky breathed out and sat up, his jaw straightening. "...Shouldn't be here?" he asked quietly. "Am I hallucinating?" It was entirely possible; he was quietly mentally unwell, he knew - perhaps there had been a psychic break over the trauma of being abandoned by a best friend. But Steve seemed real, standing there. "...You left. How are you here?" He stood, but didn't approach the bars, still wary. "...Was the past not...rosy enough for you? Why'd you come back?"

#era: recovery #in the raft #i hope this is okay #heroesofbr00klyn

[heroesandironmen-a]

Steve chuckled softly. He had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel around his waist as he stepped into the bedroom, hearing Tony’s voice as he did so. “You’ll notice said suit laid out on the bed and I’m getting ready to get dressed now, honey. I would not forget date night with you.”

Tony chuckles then and shakes his head "I didn't forget it completely babe I just made a mistake about the day. I'm getting old so you'll have to forgive me." He turns around from the mirror that he's dressing in front of and tilts his head to the side "I think that I like you better in the towel, think you could wear just that or do we really need to dress you?" Tony then turns in a circle "How do I look?"

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#heroesofbr00klyn #m; tony

[skyofstorms-hiatus]

“There’s someone out there.” (stiles to Peter)

"Should I be concerned?" Peter mused from his place on the couch, glancing up from his book. "Come sit and relax, it's probably one of the pack coming back from patrol."

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[heroesandironmenmoves]

@heroesofbr00klyn asked I'm yours forever ( from Steve)

Tony looks at Steve with a smile on his face "Well thank God, I thought I was the only one that belonged to someone around here. I've been yours for a pretty long time even though at first I didn't want to accept it." He wraps his arms around the other man and gives him a tender kiss. When he backs away, he chuckles "Now about that date night of ours that's coming up, what did you want to do for it?"

#heroesofbr00klyn #m; tony

[lightsandlust]

Home Again

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Derek was nervous.

Stiles was going to be home from college at any minute and he had offered Stiles a place to stay with him.  He was living in his house now.  The new house where his old family home had once been.  It was large and comfortable and if the news that was to come bothered Stiles, then Stiles could have his own room.

But god was he terrified.

He had known since the boy was fifteen that they were destined mates.

He had wanted to tell him when he turned eighteen but then he had been dating someone.

But now...now it was time.

Stiles would be here any minute to move in and he would tell him the truth.

#heroesofbr00klyn #sorry about that #It's been a LONG day

[bxnnxrxd]

Bruse was of the Aesir. He had more than just a handful of human lifetimes on his plate. He remembered still the day that Thor was born. He could remember king before that. In fact, Bruse was considered the time-keeper, the record keeper of Asgard. As Heimdall rarely ever left the post of the bifrost, much could be said about Bruce. He tended the enormous hall of a library, a practical cathedral filled with magical tomes. Of course it wasn’t his only gift. If he had to fight, he of course could have and had in the past. But Bruse was cursed with hindsight and foresight. His brief visions of the future could sometimes be cloudy, but his pictures of the past were as vibrant as a painting.

He did look something ethereal and ancient, luxurious curls now graying, and wearing long and draping robes of lavender, embroidered with a type of silver. Every garment such as this was envied with magic. This was Asgard after all.

For the moment he was sitting at a desk with an enormous tome. Every piece in the library was hand written and drawn. So many, most were his own pieces. And now he was working on another, various pots of ink sat out and of course some brushes for more design elements, as well as several quills. The light cascading through the towering windows hit him just right, the silver practically glowing.

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[brothergodsofthunderandmischief]

Thor had told Steve he'd be gone a few days... six months had passed and Steve was starting to think the other had decided to stay away. He sighed heavily, turning out the lights in his apartment and quietly heading to bed, leaving the lights on the Christmas tree still twinkling in the lonely darkness. (have a sad steve because I am sick)

Thor’s trip had turned into a longer thing that he had expected. He knew that Steve was waiting for him but the ship from space had some trouble. So he couldn’t get home any faster. 

As he landed he stuffed up the grass a little, trying to fix it before he looked for the spare key that Steve had told him opening the door silently he sighed as he saw the lights of the Christmas spirit around Steve’s house he realised that he had been gone too long as he got into the other side of the bed he held onto him until he fell asleep, hoping they could at least have a dicussion tommorow.

#heroesofbr00klyn #sorry your sick hope you feel better soon <3 #answered

[winterexinferna]

Steve has been busy cooking for his mate all day. It's Bucky's birthday, and he wants everything to be perfect. He's made Bucky's favorite meal for dinner and he even made the cake his mate loves so much. Now, he just needs Bucky to get home so they can celebrate his birthday together.

He had a feeling Steve was up to something when he left that morning to meet with Natasha, but it only made him smile that his husband and their friend were clearly preparing something for him. Natasha took him out for a great day of fun, racing on their bikes and choosing toys for their cats. But as much fun as he had with her, he was excited when he got home in the afternoon.

"Hey, I'm back!" He called as he toed his shoed off coming into their house.

#heroesofbr00klyn #awwwww #Steve is the best

[skyofstorms]

Recovery | heroesofbr00klyn

@heroesofbr00klyn [continued from here] Steve sighed softly and lay back as Peter’s fingers brushed through his hair. “You’re not gonna lose me, Peter. You know I’m pretty tough, right? A few hunters aren’t anything for me to take down and their fucking wolfsbane bullets don’t work on me. I didn’t want them hitting you or Der or Cora. Stiles was helping and he got hurt too but I don’t see you fussing all over him…”

"Wolfsbane effects humans, too, Steve. Especially when concentrated into ammo rounds." Peter countered, thumb brushing Steve's cheek. "Trust me, Derek is reading him the right act in his own way." he countered. "You know he's much more quiet in his scolding." A sigh escapes him and he leans over to kiss Steve softly. "You are my everything, Steve. I'm always going to worry when you're hurt."

#heroesofbr00klyn #Steve R. #we live in shades of grey ☆ peter #t; Recovery #A Love Stronger than Pain ✶ Peter x Steve

[soviet-ghost-story]

[TEXT] - you’re gonna laugh, but can you pick me up at the police station?

[Text] Am I going to have to post bail?

#texts #heroesofbr00klyn

[heroesandironmen-a]

Steve smiled, blushing slightly at the warm welcome from the sorcerer. “No, I was not touching anything. I’ve heard enough about doing that from Peter and from Thor both, so, I know better. I haven’t seen you in a couple of weeks and, I suppose, I was missing you and our lunches in other countries. I wanted to come by and see if you were busy or if you had time for lunch somewhere today.”

"I'm sorry that I haven't been in touch with you Steve but the bad guys have been calling and I've had to protect the multiverse and things of that nature." Stephen then looks at the other with a smile "I have the time to take us both to lunch of course. I've missed our lunches also so I will make some time each week for us but I'm always on call so I might have to leave in the middle of it." He chuckles tilting his head to the side "Were would you like to go today Steve?"

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