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Drink by Drink | bowstrung

Alec

“If she wasn’t interested in you from the beginning then she should have said so,” Alec said. “It doesn’t matter that they were friends, it wasn’t right of her to cheat on you.” He felt very strongly about this subject because a few months ago he’d found out that his dad had been cheating on his mom. It had felt like a slap in the face, though he couldn’t imagine what his mom was feeling. “Sure, I guess.” He shrugged a little. Alec shook his head and said, “No, not at all. I just know that you’ll regret drinking that much tomorrow. I know it all hurts, but you can’t hurt yourself like that.”

“I’m not, but I’m glad that you’re not far from here. If you’d like, I can drive you home once my shift is finished.” He probably shouldn’t do that, but he felt protective of the blonde. He understood the taking care of himself thing. “You can let other people take care of you, you know. It’s not so bad. Trust me. It took ages for my sister to open me up again once I’d moved out. Now most of my family is back in my life and I’m glad that she did. You’ll get there eventually.” Alec hoped that he had given him some sort of comfort, but could tell that he was still sad. “Listen, I’ve got to make a couple of more drinks for some guys over there. Though how about you look at the menu again and get yourself something to eat, on the house. I’ll take care of it.” He pushed the full menu toward Jace and hoped that he’d take him up on his offer. “And then I’ll take you home in an hour if you want to leave. Though you don’t have to, I’ll stay here and chat with you all night if you’d like.”

Jace shrugged. “I mean, she was for a while? I thought we were great.” He mumbled, looking at his hands. He chuckled drunkenly, looking up at the other and tilting his head. “I’d rather hurt from this,” he lifted his half empty glass. “Than from my heart.” he replied, finishing the drink and setting it down, staring at the glass for a long minute. He was never, ever going to let himself get close enough to love someone ever again. Fuck love.

Two toned eyes looked up and he tilted his head the other way. “Sure, a ride home won’t be so bad.” he agreed with a shrug. “I don’t really have anyone to take care of me, pal.” he said bitterly. “My parents were killed when I was little. My grandmother took me in, but after losing my dad, she kind of became a workaholic.” He opened his mouth to say he was fine, but he decided free food would be worth it, so he looked over the menu quietly, trying to find something that sounded appealing. He usually loved pizza, but it would only trigger more memories of his ex, so he debated between chili cheese fries and nachos for a long moment while he waited for Alec to return. 

Chris’ Verses

Main [ hunter born;; main Chris ]
Chris was abused and raised as a hunter, and he found loyalty in the honesty of the code, refusing to bend the code to justify killing innocent supernaturals. 

Biker [ freedom on the open road;; biker Chris ]
After losing his daughter, Chris gave up on hunting, and decided to start being more normal. Still a legal arms dealer, he travels more, mostly by motorcycle, basically retired from hunting unless attacked and enjoying the chance to just be a normal man for a change.

Model [ my own path forged;; model Chris ]
Chris could never get the feel for killing, so when he graduated high school, he  left and went to college, deciding to become a model and remove himself from his family. IT’s worked well for twenty years, but it’s only a matter of time before his family name catches up to him, right?

Wolf [ past forsaken;; wolf Chris]
Grief and anger from losing his daughter caused Chris to slip up on a hunt and rather than killing himself when he turned, he let go of his past and moved on, accepting his new life and moving on from his past.

TMC Fanfic PSA

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So please, if you like my stuff enough to reblog it, PLEASE LEAVE THE FORMAT I HAVE DONE.

Sundays w/Spideypool #39

not-close-to-straight:

Combined prompt for @megahuffledor : 

“Well…That’s just not socially acceptable!” And “It’s never been a problem before!” and @enchantingpearlcollector: 

Wade is enjoying a drink after work and spots an uncomfortable looking Peter across the bar. “Sir I’m going to need you to put on underwear before you say anything else” 

(This got a little out of control but it made me laugh!)(Featuring Pretty!Wade)

SUNDAYS WITH SPIDEYPOOL MASTERLIST HERE

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The boy across the bar definitely didn’t belong there, or at least he hadn’t belonged there before, because he was staring around him like he had never seen alcohol and men in the same sitting before. 

Definitely his first time in a gay bar, maybe his first time in a bar period, and after a few minutes of watching how terribly uncomfortable the kid was for close to half an hour, Wade decided to take pity on him. 

“Give me a red bull.” he told the bartender. “Don’t open it, yeah?” 

“Sure thing, Wade.” Weasel tossed Wade a cold can. “Anything else? Need a refill on your water?” 

“Water?” Wade rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about? This is hard alcohol!” 

“It’s Fiji water.” he replied without skipping a beat. “We all know you don’t drink anymore Wade. But if it makes you feel like more of a man, I’ll give you a root beer so it looks like you’re actually drinking.” 

“Now why would you think I need a boost to my masculinity?” Wade slid a twenty across the bar and waved off the change.

“You’re in a skirt, man.” 

“It’s a kilt.” 

“Pleats don’t make it a kilt, Wade.” 

“You’re just jealous of how good my calves look in this nonsense.” Wade did a quick twirl, showing off the knee length black skirt. “You know I look good, Weasel.” 

“Get outta here, Wade.” 

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TMC Fanfic – Wrong Side of Heaven [pt. III]

Fandom: Marvel x Teen Wolf Crossover
Ships: Steve Rogers x Peter Hale
Plot: Steve and Peter have been dating over a year and Steve just found out his boyfriend is a werewolf. Can love endure?

Chapter Three/Final Chapter; Vows

Steve woke to the feeling of warmth against his back and encircling his waist. It was such a familiar feeling after the length of his relationship with Peter that he didn’t even question it. He instead stirred lightly, groaning. The arms around him tightened briefly, and then there were lips at the base of his neck. “Did I wake you?”

“Not really. I’ve been laying here for an hour or so.” Peter mused. “It’s not quite sunup yet, though.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?”

The wolf laughed softly, leaning to kiss Steve again, higher in the soldier’s neck. “You don’t sleep often, Steve.” Peter explained. “When you do, I can’t bring myself to wake you.” Steve rolled in Peter’s arms to kiss him, one hand on the other man’s face. The kiss was returned, Peter pulling him closer and moaning softly before he pulled back and smiled at him. “What was that for?”

“For being you.” Steve replied. “For being so…domestic. Understanding. Accepting.”

“Steve, you accepted me as a werewolf. If I couldn’t accept that you have a past, had a reason for not telling me, I’d betray everything I am.” Peter laughed, but Steve could hear the emotion behind it, and he was suddenly aware of how scared Peter had been the night before. It was almost palpable, and Steve felt his chest ache with the sheer force of how much he loved the other man. “Come on, handsome.” Peter said after a moment, moving to sit up. “I’ll start breakfast. And I have something for you.”

Steve sat up as well, stretching and watching Peter slide into a pair of pajama pants, smiling as he admired the sight. He took a moment to let his blue eyes look over the form of his lover – his mate, Peter had said last night – before getting dressed himself. He tugged a pair of pajama pants and a shirt onto his body before walking out to join Peter. He took a seat at the little island, watching the wolf cook. “Last night was…intense.”

“In a good or bad way?” Peter asked, and even with his back turned, Steve could hear the smirk.

“Good.” Steve replied, smiling back as he decided he should help. “Very good.” He clarified as he slid from his chair and walked around the island, moving to wrap his arms around his wolf from behind. “It was perfect, Peter. You’re perfect.”

“Far from it, Steve, but thank you for sayign so.” Peter smiled and tilted his head to kiss Steve’s cheek. “We belong to each other now.” he replied, smiling. “Entirely mated.” He went back to making the omelettes, leaning back into the blonde. He shivered as Steve ran his hands over his back.

“Does it always feel so good?”

Peter shrugged. “Wolves only have one mate in their lives, Steve. I know as much personally about it as you do.” he replied. “I have been told that once mated, the sensations are much stronger. There’s a higher awareness of each other. It makes it easier to understand each other.”

Steve hummed and kissed at Peter’s shoulder. “It seems that way.” he said. Peter seemed warmer than usual, his touch like an electric pulse. He could almost sense each breath Peter took, feel the calm of his wolf in himself. “I’ll get some milk for us.” He declared softly as he smiled and moved to get them glasses. The cabinet was beside the fridge, and he had no problem reaching to open it and pulling down two glasses and set them down, pausing briefly as he set them around a box, not thinking about it for a moment. He shut the cabinet and reached to his left to get the door of the fridge open. He had moved to grab the carton of milk when he realized coherently that there was a little box on the counter. Not big, and a ring if the size of the box was anything to go by. He let the carton stay in place on its shelf as he reached for the box, the refrigerator closing. “Peter?”

“Hmm?” the wolf asked, pouring the mixture into the pan.

“What’s this?” Steve asked, picking up the box and showing it to the wolf.

“I said I had something for you.” Peter said, setting the spoon down to walk over to Steve, stopping in front of the blonde and licking his lips for a second. “Open it.” He assured, waving a hand and watching as Steve cracked it and let it pop open. Inside was a beautiful rose gold band with a solitary diamond. The gold was encased in a silver metal, and the gold portion had gentle curves carved into it. “I didn’t think you would enjoy anything super sparkly. So I went with a more subtle approach.” he said, smiling as Steve’s lips curved up. “Do you like it?”

“I love it.” Steve whispered, looking up at the wolf for a moment before his eye fell on the ring once more, emotion welling in his chest. Peter had bought a ring. A ring. “Peter-”

“Will you marry me?” Peter asked. “Before you called last night…I thought I had lost you. I didn’t think I could handle that. You’re everything to me. Being with you, Steve, it’s the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. I don’t want to lose you, not ever.”

“You would never lose me, Peter.” Steve countered, moving to pull the ring out and slide it onto his hand. It fit perfectly. “Of course I will marry you.” He smiled and laughed as Peter pulled him in for a deep, heated kiss that Steve could feel in his soul. He pulled the wolf as close against him as he could. “When?”

“I have connections. We can have the paperwork by this afternoon.” Peter said. “Be married by nightfall.”

Steve knew they had never felt the need to rush, they had just found their way together and from there they were here. But he wanted this more than anything. He wanted to call Peter his husband as soon as possible. “Arrange it.” he said, kissing Peter. “Is there a ring for you?”

“Top right drawer. It matches yours. Except the gem is a sapphire.”

Steve smiled. “I love you, Peter Hale.”

“I love you, too, Steve.” Peter said, holding him close. “Let’s eat breakfast, and then I’ll make the call.” Steve released him and he went back to check the food, happy that it hadn’t burned. The only thing making him happier was that Steve would be his husband by breakfast tomorrow. And nothing could take it away. After breakfast he called, and a rush was put on the paperwork and he went with Steve to get dressed.

“How long did you have it?” Steve asked as he buttoned the rest of the blue shirt, looking over at Peter.

“The ring?” Peter asked back, fixing his hair as he looked at Steve from the mirror. When he received a nod, he gave a soft smile. “About a month.”

“A month?” Steve asked, taken back.

Peter nodded. “I didn’t want to ask you until I had told about…well…you know.” he replied, letting his eyes flash briefly. He watched as Steve walked over and pulled him in for a kiss he gladly returned. “I didn’t want anything hidden, Steve. I’m sorry you found out that way.”

“I don’t care how I found out.” Steve replied. “I just want you, werewolf and all. I love you, and by dinner, the world will know it.” He lifted a hand to run it through Peter’s hair. “You and me, always.”

Peter gave a low hum, hands resting at the small of Steve’s back. “Forever you and me.”

werewolf starters

** PACK DYNAMICS:
“I am the Alpha, and it is my duty to protect the pack and everyone in it.”
“[She/he/they] are only the Alpha because their parents were.”
“If I were the Alpha, I would’ve taken care of that trespasser months ago.”
“You’re the Beta. Alpha’s pet is in your job description.”
“Beta means second-in-command, not Alpha’s glorified secretary or mindless drone.”
“Are you challenging me for my position in the pack?”
“You want to be Alpha someday? You’ll have to train harder than that.”
“Ask your Alpha. You need [his/her/their] permission to do anything, right?”
“Pack politics are a giant pain in the ass. It’s all posturing.”
“Better watch yourself, pup. You’re well on your way to becoming the next Omega.”
“I’ve missed having an Omega to boss around.”
** MATES:
“Even if you were the last [werewolf/person] on Earth, I still wouldn’t want to be mated to you.”
“I’m strictly hook-ups only. The idea of being permanently mated to one person is the stuff of nightmares.”
“Ever heard of the guy who accidentally bonded to a human because [they/he/she] had a biting fetish? Idiot.”
“Are you sure you want to be bonded to me?”
“Where do you want to take your mark?”
“I’m only doing this for our packs, got it?”
“I’ve wanted to be bonded to you for as long as I can remember.”
“We’re not mates.”
“My ideal mate situation involves polyamory and matching bond-marks.”
“[They/she/he] is/are looking at you like they want to mark you, or something. It’s kind of creeping me out.”
“Can you believe they’re a mated pair?”
** SHIFTING:
“Is this your first time shifting? I remember my first time…”
“Listen, it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the movies or books make it seem. It doesn’t feel great, either, but–.”
“I always keep clothes on standby.”
“Can’t tell you how many outfits I’ve ruined from an accidental shift.”
“Want to go for a run in the woods? I’m about to crawl out of my skin.”
“Remember that time you shifted inside the bathroom at the McDonald’s?”
“Your fur’s looking a little shaggy. Ever considered a haircut?”
“Can I see you, uh, you know… shift?”
“What’s it like? Shifting?”
“Your wolf looks nothing like you. How is that?”
** HUNTING/BEING HUNTED:
“I’m starving. Can we head out already?”
“I’ll take point. Everyone else fall in behind me.”
“Want to go for a hunt?”
“There’s a hunter nearby.”
“[Pack member] just took an arrow to the chest. We have to move out now!”
“The hunters know where we are. We either have to stand and fight or retreat and come up with a better plan.”
“I’m not exactly interested in having my head on the end of a stake.”
** TERRITORY:
“You’re on [pack name] territory.”
“You have five seconds to turn around and go back the way you came.”
“You’ll either leave, or I’ll make you. Your choice.”
“You’re on enemy lands, and you expected to be welcomed with open arms?”
“Get. Out. Now.”
** LONE WOLVES:
“Packs were never really my thing.”
“I was born into a pack, but I left. End of story.”
“The last thing I’m interested in is having an entire group of people constantly in my business and an Alpha up my ass.”
“I can take care of myself, thanks.”
“If I wanted to play house, I’d find an abandoned log cabin.”
“I was in a pack once. I don’t miss it.”
“I’m fine on my own. I like the freedom.”

Affection | bowstrung

Alexander [ @bowstrung ]

Alec rolled his eyes and shook his head, not all at the same time. “I don’t need you to curse them for me, Magnus. I’m fine.” It was a small injury anyway, he’d had much worse. “It’ll heal in no time, so I don’t need you enacting revenge for me. Okay? No curses.” He appreciated that Magnus cared, but he would really prefer not making them even more angry at them. “Besides, I’ve had worse than this. And I’ll let you heal me this time if it will make you feel better.”

Magnus arched a brow, but let his anger at someone hurting his boyfriend slide when Alec insisted he was fine. “Very well. But next time they’ll learn better.” he said seriously, but he knew it was far more likely that Alec would talk him down again. He moved to pull at Alec’s shirt so he could look at the wound. “I’ll fix this shirt and jacket in a moment.” he promised, dark eyes lighting gold as he looked over the wound to make sure it was just a wound. Once satisfied, the gold faded as the glamour fell back into place and he snapped his fingers, blue magic sparking around his hand as he healed the wound. “All better?” he asked, looking up with a soft smile.