#heroesofbr00klyn

[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?”

[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...."

[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.

[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?"

[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?"

[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."

@heroesofbr00klyn

[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.

[heroesandironmenmoves]

@heroesofbr00klyn with Tony

"Hey babe, are you ready for our date tonight? I did tell you that we were going to have our date night early this week right because I wanted to see you in that lovely suit that you have that hugs your ass and clings to your shoulders. Plus I got the reservations messed up for the day. What can I say I forget things sometimes."

[lightsandlust]

Home Again

@heroesofbr00klyn

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.

[bxnnxrxd]

That shirt looks great on you… as a matter of fact, so would I.”

“ Later. “

[nebulasilva]

Home at Last | HeroesofBr00klyn

Continued from here

Steve hadn’t heard Clint come out onto the roof and when the other finally spoke near him, he turned his head slowly but didn’t make eye contact before looking out over the city once more. “I’m not sure,” he answered quietly, so unlike himself. “I got back and… everyone was just…gone…”

Clint frowned a little, not liking the way Steve was talking, even if it was softer than usual without his hearing aid. "I just got back from a mission Fury insisted I go on. Fought him for hours. I think Tony and Pepper went somewhere for their anniversary. Not sure where Nat is, though." he walked over, holding out a hand. "Let's go inside, yeah? I can make us some dinner and we can watch something. I do have to get my replacement hearing aid first, though."

[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."

[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?

[skyofstorms-hiatus]

Send 💓 for a heated kiss. (From Stiles to Chris)

it felt too good to stop and a low moan passed through Chris's lips. He had tried to keep his emotions in check when it came to Stiles, he really had. Especially in the months since the sheriff had been killed. But even the strongest wills can crumble. Which was how he found himself holding Stiles against him firmly, one hand slipping beneath the younger male's shirt as his lips took control of the kiss.

@heroesofbr00klyn

[talostheuntamed]

Talos watched the last of the exchange, then went back toward the controls, staring off into thought. When Steve reached him, he was still staring outward to the sky. “That this is the best choice for us? That I know our time here has been far too long, but this planet is our home?” Talos lightly shrugged.

“ It’s just a lot. We may shapeshift but we don’t like change. “ Now he looked at him sadly. “ I wish I could tell them this was one step away from gaining safe haven, our own place to live our way.. like what the Asgards have. But I can’t. “

Fury had abandoned them. Danvers had abandoned them. So many years had passed on this planet waiting for help. He wanted to find a new home for his people, and during that wait he’d lost so much. Soren was gone, leaving Talos with a very young Gi’ah to raise alone. He had to be the general his people expected him to be. But he couldn’t be stagnate any longer, they were restless. There was only one man that he thought perhaps might help them.

But Talos knew how skiddish humans were. One look at his green scaly skin and they’d flee in terror. So he chose a form he thought would be most appealing to the Captain, his best friend, Bucky Barnes. He’d tracked him all the way to a private gym, his little girl in tow. He didn’t know how this would go, but he couldn’t leave her with just anyone. Before he entered the gym, in the human form he’d chosen long ago that had grayed and aged, he knelt down to her level.

“ Remember what we talked about? “ She nodded. “ Stay hidden until I say it’s safe to come out. No matter what, you stay hidden. “ He kissed her forehead, shifting into the form of Barnes. He hadn’t taken his memories, just his appearance, vibranium arm and all. Ugh, human forms could be so uncomfortable to shift into at times. Gi’ah hid in the gym behind some equipment, watching.

“ Been lookin’ everywhere for you, Steve. Thought you might’ve ran off on me. “

[lightsandlust]

Picking up the Pieces

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Thanos.

The monster had changed all their lives.  

So many people had died, both before the blip, during the blip, and after when everyone was brought back...

Then there had been Tony’s arm.  He had lost his left arm in the snap that had ended the war and brought everyone back.  It was Wakanda that had helped provide him with a new vibranium arm just like the one that Bucky had.  It was a lighter material than any he could come up with, and it was tied in to his nervous system so he could feel pressure with it.

But after the war, so much had happened, and he had offered Steve a place to stay.

And that was when Pepper started to change.  She grew distant and they fought.

That night she had left, leaving Morgan behind so as to not disturb their daughter’s sleep.

Tony however, was a mess.