#one of the ones that wasn't there last time has crept up in the rankings

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

Let's try this again... I didn't include a few of the more iconic songs in the last poll. Yes, it's all on me, I forgot some of the songs from the movies I didn't watch that much growing up. I have since done my research and am back to try this again.

#Disney #My polls #beauty and the beast #hunchback of notre dame #101 Dalmations #Lion King #the Little Mermaid #pocahontas #jungle book #aladdin #princess and the frog #Tangled #little mermaid #the lion king #the hunchback of notre dame #my personal favourite remains the same BUT I will admit #one of the ones that wasn't there last time has crept up in the rankings #i'd say it's likely my number 2 now #also shoutout to in the dark of the night from anastasia #it's not disney but that's a banging villain song

[teddyeyeseddie]

To Hell I Go

Part One: Cheyenne

Bull Rider Steve Harrington x Reader

masterlist

(a/n: if im one thing im obsessed with cowboys so writing bull rider steve has been so much fun for my californian turned southern heart. also ,everyone say hello to @lofaewrites when you see her in this fic hehe! Also, if you can spot the zach bryan mentions throughout this series, ill kiss you bc I love that man)

Now Playing: Open The Gate

"Now I ain't never feared nothin

that was four legged and buckin

throw me on a hurricane

and I'll ride it til the coast”

He was a Harrington and if Harrington’s did anything, they earned their keep. Steve Harrington grew up on a ranch in eastern Texas, his dad never giving anything to him.  Summertime was filled with breaking horses and shoveling hay, Steve never knowing the fun in summer vacation. Winter brought cold mornings, Steve cursing his father at the crisp hour of 6am as he fed the horses. Harrington men were tough, their name well respected in the town. 

That was until Steve had something to do with it. While Steve earned his keep on the ranch, he was a wild one off of it. By the time he graduated highschool, Steve had sought out any and all adrenaline highs his small town had to offer. There weren’t enough cliffs for him to jump off of, there wasn’t a dirt bike that went fast enough, and there wasn't a horse that bucked hard enough to tame the fire that bloomed in Steve’s veins. 

He was 18 years old the first time he rode in his first rodeo. He lasted 6.6 seconds earning him a score of 72 . He came in second, going home with a medal and a gift card to the town’s local steak house. Once he started, he was hooked. The high he felt when he rode couldn’t touch any other feeling in the world. 

From the moment he came in first in his first competition, he was set off in a whirlwind of bulls, dirt and blood. He worked his way up the ranks, becoming the top bull rider in the country, going for 95.7 points to win the PBR national championship. 

“And here to present the awards for Jefferson’s Junior Rodeo, Steve “The Mudslinger” Harrington!” 

Steve takes the microphone, hand on his belt buckle as he begins to announce the scores and winners for the teenagers. 

The crowd cheers when Jamie Bounds is announced as the first place rider, he had become Steve’s protege, the two of them training when Steve was actually home. 

The Bounds family was intertwined with the Harrington’s, their families doing business together for several years. Jamie worked on the ranch in the summertime, Steve getting to watch him grow up into a well rounded 17 year old. 

“You did good out there, bud,” Steve’s hand comes to clasp Jamie’s shoulder, the smile on his face wide as the two walk towards Steve’s pick up. 

Steve drove a 1984 Chevy K10, he had fixed it up nice when he was 19. Despite his rise to fame in the bull riding world, he stayed humble, still driving and fixing up his beloved truck and even living with his family on their Ranch. When he was home, he worked the land and helped with the business aspects of running the largest ranch in northeastern Texas. 

Steve drops Jamie off at home, deciding to head home early instead of going to the local bar. He crept into the main house on the ranch, being careful as to not disturb his mother and father. He slips into his bedroom, immediately toeing off his boots and stripping himself of his dirt ridden clothes. His belt buckle hits the floor with a thud, Steve wincing at the loud sound. 

He pads into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and wiping down his face and back of his neck. He contemplates a shower for a moment but decides it can wait until the morning. He brushes his teeth before making his way back to the bedroom and slipping into bed. 

The next morning, he showers and quickly gets dressed. He tucks in a plain black t shirt into his blue jeans, adjusting his belt and placing his hat on his head. He makes his way downstairs, the smell of coffee wafting into his nose. He approaches his kitchen and finds his mom and dad sitting at the kitchen table. Steve takes a seat beside his mother, reaching for the coffee pot as his mother pushes a mug in his direction. 

“Mornin’ Momma,” Steve leans over and places a kiss to her cheek before pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“Dad,” Steve simply says, his dad responding with a low grunt. He rolls his eyes, getting up from his spot at the table to grab a plate and dish up what his mom had cooked for the morning. 

The workers got there at 6 in the morning, Mom always having a hot meal ready for them every Saturday. It was a simple skeleton crew on the weekends, the real hard work coming during the week. 

“Are you going to watch the amateur rides today at the summertime rodeo?” his mom questions from her place at the table. 

“I’m thinking about it! I’m gonna go visit Eddie and Charlotte and then maybe I’ll head over there,” Steve responds as he leans against the counter, devouring the toast on his plate. 

Steve finishes his breakfast, bidding his mom and dad goodbye before making his way out to his truck. He loads up, peeling out on the gravel as he makes it onto the main road.

He pulls into Eddie’s driveway, a small craftsman that Eddie and Charlotte put a lot of love into. The front garden had just been redone, the two of them bickering over what flowers to plant this year. Steve had finally had enough and picked the flowers himself the day he came over to help. 

His boots thud as he walks up the stairs, softly knocking on the door. Charlotte answers shortly after, a baby on her hip as she swings the door open. 

“Harrington! I didn’t know you were back in town,” she exclaims, drawing him into a hug with the arm that isn’t supporting Crue. 

Steve ruffles Crue’s hair as he walks through the front door. 

“Lottie babe, who is here this damn early?” Eddie shouts from the living room, Steve rounding the corner, coming into Eddie’s view. 

“Well I’ll be damned, Steve “The Mudslinger” Harrington! In the flesh!” Eddie gets up from his place on the couch, extending his hand to Steve in order to pull him into a bear hug. Eddie pats him a few times on the back before pulling away. 

“What brings you into town? Weren’t you just down in Tampa riding in a competition?” Eddie questions as he directs Steve to the couch, the two of them sit down, Lottie’s eyes silently telling the both of them to not put their dirty boots on her coffee table. 

“Yeah, I don't have another competition til next month. Riding in Cheyenne’s “Daddy of em All”.” Eddie nods, looking to lottie. 

“Honey, could you bring me and Steve here some sweet tea?” he bats his eyelashes at her. She hands Crue off to him before turning on her heels towards the kitchen. 

“You talked to your daddy about taking over the ranch?” Eddie asks as he tries to distract Crue from pulling on his hair. 

“No, don’t really want to yet. I’m at the top of my career and there’s no way I’m slowing down or settling down, no offense,” he says, motioning to Crue. 

“None taken, but how much more exhilarating can it get? I mean one time on Ajax and I was good. Half the bulls you ride would have killed me. ” Eddie says as Charlotte comes back in with two glasses of sweet tea. She takes Crue back, trudging back to his room in order to put him down for a nap. 

“Wanna go to nationals again, won’t turn down the invite to worlds this time if I win,” Steve reveals, taking a sip of his sweet tea. His eyebrows raise as it touches his tongue, looking to Eddie. 

“Right? Lo makes the best sweet tea in Jefferson,” Eddie says as he takes a whopping gulp of his own drink. 

“Anyways, regionals this year. To Hell I Go is going to be there,” 

“To Hell I Go?”

“That’s the name of the bull,” 

Eddie and Steve fall into easy conversation after that. They talk about how Eddie’s job at the Ranch has been. Steve got in late Wednesday and spent all day Thursday preparing Jamie for his competition that night, he barely had time to even say hi to Eddie. 

The two finish their sweet tea, Steve checks his watch and sees he has been visiting with Eddie for 2 hours. He decides he better leave if he wants to make it to the start of the amateur competition. He bids Eddie and Charlotte goodbye, stepping out into the blistering Texas sun. 

It’s times like this where Steve wishes his pick-up had air conditioning. Steve gets in his truck, rolling down the driver side window and backing out of Eddie’s driveway. 

He makes his way into town, the wind blowing in his hair as he hums along to the radio. He pulls up to the corral in less than 15 minutes, pulling into a grass lot where volunteers are instructing cars as to where to park. 

That’s when Steve has to slow down. Right ahead of him, walking towards his truck is a girl he’s never seen before. Her sundress skims her thighs, glowing skin glistening in the sun, hair kept up by a pair of raybans. His stomach does flips when she laughs, his mind short circuiting as he drives. As fast as she appeared she was gone, mixing in with the group of spectators that were walking towards the event center. 

Steve pulls into a spot beside a jeep, jumping out of his truck before making his way to the corral. He knows the people working the ticket booth, the pair allowing him to walk right in without paying. He stuffs a 50 in their tip bucket, smiling at them as he walks inside. He gets stopped a few times on his way to his seat, little boys and dads in awe when they see The Mudslinger in person. He takes a few photographs and signs a few baseball caps before he is set free by the group of children and men. 

He watches as 15 men try their hand at lasting on their respective bull. The ride of the night being Big Tex. He lasted for a whopping 8 seconds on the bull Ajax, a known rough rider around Jefferson. Steve had once lasted for 10 on the same bull but who's keeping track? (He is) 

He meets up with Big Tex after awards, Steve slapping him on the back as he pulls him into a hug. 

“That was some great riding out there, Franklin.” Steve says with a sly grin. 

Big Tex puts him in a headlock, Steve groaning as he tries to get out. The two roughhouse for a bit until they finally calm down. 

“You’re back in town so soon? Shouldn’t you be out celebrating your big win?” Big Tex asks as he takes off his gloves, throwing them down on the bed of his truck. 

“Had to get home. Got a big business meeting coming up with the Bounds, had to be there for it. Plus, didn’t wanna miss the summertime rodeo,” Steve jumps up on the bed of Big Tex’s truck, reaching behind him in a cooler in order to pull out a beer. 

“Wait wait wait, for old times sake?” Big Tex stops him, holding up his key in a silent suggestion. 

“Oh fuck yeah,” Steve agrees. Big Tex hands Steve his key, Steve puncturing the bottom of the beer can, tilting it up so as to not spill any of the contents. Big Tex does the same, the two of them carefully knocking their cans together in a “cheers” before expertly shotgunning their respective beers. 

Steve gets home that night thanks to a buddy who stayed sober, the man dropping him off at his front porch. Steve stumbles in, loudly opening the screen door, it ends up slamming shut behind him, he prays it hasn't woken up his parents. Steve finally gets the door all locked before he makes his way upstairs, his boots clunking up each step. 

Steve sleeps peacefully that night, the alcohol running through his blood aiding in his slumber.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #Steve x reader #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve smut #steve fluff #steve angst #steve harrington fluff #Steve harrington angst #steve harrington smut #teddy eyes writes 🧚🏻‍♂️✨ #lo 🦉 #Spotify

[chain-link-smut]

Hello Beautiful Beasties!

Smut-tember 23, Day 20: Wars x Reader(GN)

Summary: Warriors gave you lessons in swordsmanship after a bad encounter in town. You're pretty sure lessons aren't suppose to involve you in his lap, but you aren't going to protest.

Word count: 1,428

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Oh how you wanted to punch that pretty boy smile off Warriors face!! It was the same look every time he blocked or dodged one of your strikes. The look fueled the anger that you already had from today's trip into town where a group of no good knights decided you were going to be the target of their entertainment.

It was a dozen against one, but you held your own for as long as you could until you couldn't move out of the way fast enough against the biggest ass hole in the group. Dazed from the hit on the chin and the ground impact, you had to rub your eyes to see clearly. Another punch was coming, but someone stopped it. That someone was Wild.

Wild had changed into his Royal Guard uniform and kicked the attacker in the face. To his right was Time still in his full metal armor, to Wild's left was Sky and Wars. All once or current knights, in Time's case, Queens Protector, something new since the last time you all were in his era.

When the group of cowards looked at Wild, they backed down since he had a higher ranking. Thank Hylia that the Guards uniform hadn't changed from where you were in time and Wild's era.

"Really? You had to flaunt your ranking?" Warriors teased Wild as he turned to help you up.

"Someone has to outshine you." Wild also gave you a hand as you looked dizzy on your feet.

The man that had gotten you to the ground was walking backwards several yards away, calling out, "They won't always be there to protect you!"

The threat was a puff of smoke, but Sky still shot a Deku Seed from his slingshot, nailing the guy in the forehead. But wasn't he right? At some point you were going to be in a position where they couldn't help. When this adventure is done, you won't have them.

That train of thought was showing in every change in facial expression, leading to Warriors pulling you to the side. He was never one to be a Mother Cucco like Sky or a Mama Bear like Twi, but when a sword was involved, he wanted to be the one to help.

In a clearing, far from camp so no one would disturb you, Warriors taunted you. The thing that antagonized you the most was when he would slap the flat of his blade against your ass as if saying, “Come one, go again.” He had that smile the whole time, knowing good and well that it was getting to you.

Getting tired, you missed a step, allowing him to force a yield. “Take a break for a bit. I mainly wanted you to bleed out your anger before we truly get started.”

Plopping down with a huff, you looked over at Warriors as he drank from his waterskin. The sunlight caught the droplets of water and sweat rolling off his chin. You followed the glistening drops as they cascaded down his throat, disappearing into his ivory tunic. How lucky the water was to slide into the Captain's clothes. You gulped, looking away as the feeling of want crept up.

Many times you had seen Warriors chancing a look at you, smile coming to his pretty pink lips. He probably thought that you never saw it. Now you were wanting to see his expression when you take off a few layers. You pretended to look up at the sun and air your tunic as if it was getting too hot. When he gave you a slightly curious look, you stood and took off your top. Underneath was the crop top you borrowed from Hyrule and it was perfectly snug to your figure. Wild had given you the older version of Legends shorts and they were under your current trousers and they came off over your boots.

“Ready?” You asked, turning to grab your sword and shield.

Wars’s mouth was parted as he gawked. His eyes were on your exposed, dark tanned skin. He shook his head lightly, saying, “I- yeah. I just feel overdressed now.” He was still taking in the sight of you in front of him.

“Change that then.” You said it nonchalauntly, but your heart was racing and doing flips. A smirk grew across Warriors face while he shucked his tunic, purposely flexing.

Training continued with him giving out instructions on proper footing and posture, how to lower your center of gravity and use the other person's momentum against them. It was intense, but distracting. Your eyes enjoyed the sight on the muscles in his chest and abs roll with each movement. On a spin you caught a glimpse on his toned back. When his sword collided with your shield, his muscles in his arms rippled with the force of impact.

Distractions like these had consequences. Neither having a shield, Warriors locked his blade with yours and was practically nose to nose, eyes challenging. Your grip loosened when he got a little closer to your lips and it caused you to lose your weapon, but you specialized in hand to hand combat. Hip tossing him to the ground did great, but you didn’t think he knew to follow through the momentum, bringing you over top of him so he could straddle your chest.

There was no way you were letting that slide, even if you had to play a bit dirty. You took a fist full of his blond locks to pull him down while you rolled through. He landed on his back with you quick to pin him down by sitting on his hips. He went to grab you, but you had his hands pinned at the sides of his head. The smoldering look you received kindled the desire in your loins.

“So what do you do now that you have captured me?” Warriors teased.

“Whatever I want.”

“Mmm, and what exactly do you want to do?” You answered by scooting your hips back and rolling them to have your ass move up and down Warriors length. “Ah-fuck! That feels good darlin’. Shit! ”

“How far are you willing to go?”

“As far as you will allow.”

Instead of telling him what you were comfortable with, you sat up and got one leg out of your shorts before frantically unlacing his trousers for him. He looked to be in awe of you as his hands worked their way up the side of your thighs to your unclothed sex, where he began to work you like he knew every inch of you and how to manipulate your body perfectly until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Wars- Link…”

“I want to be in you, but I don’t have anything with me to make it easier on you.”

Spit was and never will be a good lube… Fuck it! You spat in your hand to give yourself some kind of moisture. You reached behind yourself to take him in your hand, lining him up with your entrance and lowered yourself onto him. You clawed at his chest when he initially penetrated you, but it didn’t stop you from taking all of him in. With your eyes closed, you assure him that you just need to adjust to him for a moment. He lovingly caressed your sides, letting you know that it was okay. Several deep breaths later you started moving, dragging his cock out then back in you at a slow rate.

It didn’t take long for you to be riding him like he was an unbroke stallion, rolling your hips back and forth at a speed that had you desperate for air. Your thighs shook and you were losing the ability to keep going. “I-I can’t.. Please…”

No more was needed to be said as he took hold of your hips, planted his feet and fucked you at the same rate you were riding him before. The jolting of your body had your arms give out, forcing you to collapse chest to chest with Warriors. He kept one hand on your waist , the other tangled into your hair, turning your head so he could kiss you.

You swallowed each other's moans as the thrusting verged violent. He gave his warning right as he came inside you and continued to fuck his seed deeper into you. The mixture of sensations had you following suit with a choked off moan.

You were pretty sure that training wasn’t meant to be like this, but this was how you wanted it to be every time.

Keep it Naughty you Beautiful Beasties!🖤

#loz smut #purely smut #smut-tember #st23 #18+ only #warriors x reader #wars x reader #gn reader

[jtl07]

jtl07 fics, first half of 2023

This is mostly just for me, stats and thoughts about stuff I did so far this year.

General stats

Total on this pseud: 8

2 supercorp

6 avatrice

Fics posted (chronological):

[supercorp] National City - Rules & Reminders (Change Log)

[avatrice] handmade

[avatrice] Customer feedback surveys for Bar La Vasseur

[avatrice] past tense, future perfect

[avatrice] that melts the blood inside our veins

[supercorp] to give is to receive

[avatrice] every leaf that falls (never stops falling)

[avatrice] Re: Re: Resume

(More numbers, general thoughts, and my favorite lines/parts from each fic below the cut)

More numbers

Total words: 23057

Shortest: 647 (National City - Rules & Reminders (Change Log))

Longest: 9490 (every leaf that falls (never stops falling))

Average/Mean word count: 2882 / 2060

Most productive month: March

General thoughts

Huh I hadn't realized that I hadn't actually written a lot of those "experimental" ones where I play with form (that'll probably change as I recover from, well, life - I think the longer pieces are going to take a while as I heal emotionally...)

I still don't know what happened in March that had me posting 4 (FOUR!) whole fics wow

The 1-3k range really is my sweet spot but I'd like to continue challenging myself

A thought and a favorite line for each fic

National City - Rules & Reminders (Change Log): At the time, I was doing a lot of writing and version control at work, so not surprised that it bled over to fic. Even though I didn't achieve exactly what I'd been aiming for, I still like where it ended up. I really liked (and was surprised by!) the change between Version 16 to Version 21

handmade: Ah, where I gave in to avatrice lol. While I wasn't surprised that food was the main theme, I was surprised by how the feeling of leaving things behind crept in (perhaps linking to the idea of Beatrice being left behind? hmm). My favorite line in this one is "sure, she could have lived more piously but what’s the use of salvation when there’s nothing left to salvage?"

Customer feedback surveys for Bar La Vasseur: I still really love this one, it makes me giggle every time, which kinda makes sense because I was giggle-cackling while I was writing it (which was within a couple hours in between meetings). I had a lot of fun writing the internal notes and, surprisingly, Hans.

past tense, future perfect: I'm not sure where I got the title but once I came across this phrase, I knew I had to use it for this fic (one of the few times I didn't have to struggle for the title lol). To this day, I don't know where the bookstore sequence came from, it took me by surprise and had my own heart aching as I was writing it. Also, I really like the final line, which is rare for me???

that melts the blood inside our veins: I was really nervous about writing from Ava's pov, actually - I wasn't sure if I could do her voice justice. But I ended up really liked it as an exercise because she has a kind of bite to her, yknow? I actually like a lot of lines here (this fic really felt like I was just trying to keep up with it gosh) - lines like, "Just pretend with me…" and "She’s aware, suddenly, sharply…”  and "(and Ava thinks, you’re home to me…)" and actually the last two paragraphs I really like (again rare for me to be content with the ending).

to give is to receive: Speaking of endings that I struggled with, this one ranks up there, gosh. Still, I'm really proud of the imagery in this one, as well as the idea of bravery as something you borrow (which is sometimes what it feels like when you do something scary, yknow?).

every leaf that falls (never stops falling): Oh gosh, I still can't believe I wrote this. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to write and I'm quite amazed and proud I was able to do it - not sure if I'll write something longer than this but never say never lol. I'm really proud of the imagery and themes here and worked hard to weave the falling and silence and gold throughout. One of my favorite things to write was the line, "Beatrice falls - and is finally, finally caught." as well as the ending, beginning with the weightlifting sequence, which took me by surprise actually. (Fun fact: another sequence that caught me by surprise was Ava acknowledging how hard must have been for Bea to have been left in the dark and lied to)

Re: Re: Resume: I just really wanted to play with this one, tbh. It was really fun to try and figure out Camila’s voice and to just wonder in general what life must have been for them because I doubt they spent 100% of their time being warriors and 0% being nuns, yknow? Anyway, my favorite line here was the Skills section "[Edit: I didn’t realize there were 5 pages…]" because Beatrice. Also I was really happy with "Silva Lining Travel Company" lol

#my writing #jt writes fic #supercorp #supercorp fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #all in all i like what i've written so far which is really cool to finally be able to say #gonna try to take it slow though with writing as i get my feet and heart back in place #this was fun to do! #jt's fic recap

[cassandrajoybellbittner]

*Warning Adult Content*

LET'S TALK - Chapter 2

Naylan

It's been a month since my encounter with the Coyote/Wolf.

I hadn't told anyone about it.

Not my pack mates, not my brother and not even Alpha Georgiou.

I had kept the information to myself and stole an extra glance at the woods I had met him at any time I walked past it.

Sometimes, I would hear rustling from above the trees and sometimes I would hear footsteps skittering about but then they would quickly fade into the distance when I paused to address them. 

'Is he following me?' I would wonder, feeling my chest flutter from the thought of him shifting through the dense forest to keep an eye on me.     

Aside from that, nothing much has changed.

We proceeded to build the storage houses in the cleared space and we got wolves from Georgiou's and Noah... the leader of the park surrounding the country club... to help us.     

I didn't see my brother often but I talked to him through text and video called him when I could.

I had become a lot less worried about his relationship with Len.

They had mated and Adyen flaunted the scar on his neck with a smile.

They seemed to be treating each other well, so I became less protective.     

"Shit," my voice got caught in my throat when I noticed someone had almost run into me.      

"I'm sorry," they said, watching as I dusted down my clothes.

"I thought you would move, I didn't think that you weren't paying attention," he continued to ramble, making me look over at the shaking wolf with mild annoyance.

I knew that my natural position as an Alpha on the hierarchy affected how I was treated.

It didn't matter how nice I was as a person.

I was bigger, faster... I would always be more intimidating to people with lower ranks.

Even adults like Alpha Georgiou.     

My chest fluttered when I remembered my mate.

He hadn't been afraid of me.

If anything, he almost wiped the floor with me.

A smile crept up my lips at the memory as I turned to the boy again.

I shrugged my shoulders to show that I wasn't upset.

"It's okay," I said and I watched as he visibly relaxed.    

"I'm going inside to take a rest," I announced when he didn't say anything in response.

He looked confused at first but gave me an awkward smile back when I told him to run along.

He gave me an intense look, before running off with the other teenagers they had been standing around with.

A sigh left my lips as I continued making my way to my cabin.      

We had elected to build small durable ones that were raised from the ground with stilts.

The cabins each had a bedroom attached to a bathroom and that was it.

They had very tiny porches too.

Most people used them to look around and smoke.

When I came up to mine, I climbed the stairs up the porch before strolling to the front door and unlocking it.

I slipped into my bedroom once the door creaked open and made a beeline for my twin bed that was positioned against the wall.

I lie down and for the next hour and a half, I meditated in silence.

Or at least, tried to.

It was something I learned from that one of the members in my pack.

He was into the whole spiritual balance thing.     

Most times, it helped but for the last few weeks, it hadn't at all.

Anytime I closed my eyes, I thought of my mate.

It was as if I was afraid of forgetting what he looked like.

The action calmed my wolf but frustrated me.

He groaned, opening my eyes until I was looking up at the ceiling of the small cabin room. 

"For fuck's sake," I said, wondering what had been wrong with me for the past few weeks.

The face of the coyote wolf I had met became vivid in my mind and I laughed.

Who would have thought that I would go from not caring about if I ever met my mate to a lovesick puppy wondering why I was being ignored?   

That was another thing that kept me up at night... wondering if I was the only person to feel the mate bond.

Was I intentionally being ignored or...?   

There was a rustling from my window that made me sit up.

I looked out of it, not noticing anything out of the ordinary, aside from the fact that the sky had gotten darker and the sun had retreated behind the clouds.   

"How long have I been lying here?" I asked myself, running my fingers through my coarse curly hair before licking my lips.     

My ears perked up when I heard the distilling sound again and this time it was from the other side of the room.

I squinted at the window before getting out of bed as quietly as I could.     

'Does someone need me?' I asked myself, wondering if one of the younger wolves wanted to ask me a question but was too afraid to knock.     

I walked over to the window, peering out of it and raising a brow when I didn't see anyone.

"Is anyone there?" I asked and there was some rustling in the bushes.     

My frown deepened because no one stepped out.

It was then I noticed that since I was on the bordering lines of the campsite, it could be someone who wasn't from the pack at all.

Part of me wanted to slip away from the window and attempt to stealth track whoever it was before apprehending them for questioning but another part of me was hoping that maybe... maybe it was the coyote wolf.

I had a feeling he's been following me about the place, at least, when I was out in the storage clearing.     

My stomach did a silly flip and my face grew hot when I considered the fact that it wasn't all in my head.

I wandered back to the studio, sniffing around to see if I could remember any of the smells.

It had been two weeks since I last saw him and I had been too stunned to acquire his scent but I tried my best and things came up positive.

There was a faint blood metallic smell that he had when we had met and I assumed that was from him working as a hunter.     

I slipped away from the window again before hurrying to the door and stepping out. I scanned the area around me.

A puff of air slipped past my lips in frustration. No one.

'Maybe he's hiding in the bushes?' I wondered, looking around and sniffing with my eyes closed.

His smell was close.

He had to be at least within walking distance.     

"I can smell you," I decided to announce as I walked down the porch stairs.

"Why would you come all the way here after telling me you'd shoot any of us you saw crossing into your territory?" I asked.     

My heart was beating rapidly in my chest and my wolf was skittish as I searched around my cabin.

I made sure to walk about in a bit of a slanted pose so that I could see what was happening behind me.

I wasn't too keen on getting ambushed from behind.     

"Why are you here?" I asked, stopping in my tracks after giving up on my search.

He was really good at hiding.   

"What do you want?" I asked, feeling a rush of excitement pulse through me.

Had he figured out we were mates?

Did he want to talk it through?   

As my mind was running astray with all the possibilities, I heard something drop with a loud thump.

The birds in the nearby shrubs even freaked out and flew away.

I looked to my side, finding the man from before getting up from the floor.     

"You..." I paused, watching him dust off his shirt and the knees of his jeans.

I looked up, noticing the part of the roof where his bag was still sitting on.

"You like dropping from the sky, don't you?" I said, remembering when I had first met him and he had done the same thing, although then it had been from the branches of the trees above.     

"It's easier to hunt that way," he muttered, and my chest squeezed up, registering the sound of his voice.

It was clearer since he wasn't shouting at me like before.

He looked at me, his brown eyes gauging me.     

"No weapons," he said, raising his hands so that I can see his sides.

"I came to talk to you."     

"About?" I asked, being as calm as I could be when multiple thoughts were running through my mind at the same time.     

"About our bond..." he said, trailing off and his voice got small.

There was a small frown on his face.

He looked irritated.

"About us being mates," he finished, looking up at me again.

I swallowed the spit in my mouth, licking my lips as I took in his look.

His posture was not on the defensive and he had dropped his hands back down and had thumbs in the loops where his belt should be.

His clothes were a little dusty but he still looked well kept.   

"You knew..." I trailed off, taking some steps forward until I was standing about an arm's length away from him.

I cocked my head to the side, noticing how full his brows were.

He had high cheekbones and his jaw was sharp but it didn't make him look intimidating, just older and I suspected he was. 

"I didn't know it then because I just wanted you to get out," he explained, taking a step forward, further closing the distance.

"I realized what I was feeling when I got home and had time to think."     

"So," he said, reaching out to hold my shoulders.

I felt my wolf jump in my chest as my resolve grew weak.

"Let's talk.

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Bruce Wayne x Mafia Boss!Male Reader

//Self Indulgent//

Bruce Wayne was a man of many talents. He's trained almost his entire childhood to become what he has desired. Through all his hard work, and by working in Gotham, he expected to have seen everything. But no matter the title given to him by Gotham's people, "The Greatest Detective", he felt like no such thing at this very moment.

He was stumped, admittedly, which was not often. He stared at the face and name of the screen of the Batcomputer like staring at it would make it change in fear of his glare. But it never did, and it wouldn't in the near or far future.

Bruce had been looking into one of the most prominent, yet well hidden, cartels selling drugs and other opioids underground and on the black market. It took him an astonishing two months to even track down one of their runners. It was so hidden in plain sight it was practically invisible. Once he'd gotten intel from one of the runners using his intimidation tactics, he was able to get a spy inside the ranks. They fed him information that got more incriminating the longer he was inside the operation.

But suspiciously, they recently went quiet. The last message he was able to receive from his informat, was that he was going to meet the boss soon, and he'd be able to tell Batman more about him after. Bruce never believed in coincidences. So, he went digging further and found many incidents including rival drug cartels. What he found, set a pit in his stomach.

The name and face printed on the file before him, held an uncanny resemblance to his one and only friend before his parent's murder, and that was, " _____ _____". The name was like lead on his tongue. You were his one true regret when he left for Batman. He disappeared, but you soon followed right after. Bruce had thought you were dead with how your name suddenly dropped off radar.

But now he knew. You're parents had also been killed when one of them failed to persuade a drug dealer to put his gun when they wouldn't buy from him. It was like deja vu all over again. His parents lying dead on the concrete, his mother's pearls drenched him blood. But what he read on the autopsy report, was none similar. Your parents died a slow death of suffocation, chocking on the blood filling their lungs while video cameras recorded you sobbing for them and trying to stop the bleeding.

Now, Bruce realizes just what he's dealing with. That name and face on the file, was none other than you, who took a job in a rival cartel against the killer of your parents and slowly climbed the ranks. You killed every man in your way to kill the bastard that killed your parents. But he couldn't stomach it, the fact the killer still had kids at home and a wife, set him the wrong way. You were only creating the scenario of what happened to you on those kids. What would stop them from killing you in the future?

He needed to stop this, and that's exactly what he set off to do. Dawning the suit and the cowl, he speed out of the cave in the Batmobile to one of the biggest known base of operation. It was a club called Apollo's Sun Strip and Bar in the East end. No matter how much he didn't want to admit, he couldn't deny that the east end was far worse in petty crime that central Gotham. He stopped two attempted assaults, three attempted robberies, and one cat in a tree.

Getting to the club wasn't hard, and Batman would have done more research on studying and watching their moves, but he was on a tight schedule. Using the shadows to his advantage, he crept in through the back of the club and made it to the rosters. Watching from above, he saw many of the dancers on the stage and the patrons sitting in their booths watching or at the bar. He's surprised to see how well managed the place was.

Slipping to the back of the place, it was completely dark, save for a corner of the room being lit up by one over hanging light. Stalking forward, he was surprised to find the lit up corner morph into one of a lounge. It wasn't empty.

Getting into a fighting position, Batman took out a batarang and held it up. A deep, sultry chuckle followed his movements, and the sound of a crystal glass getting set down on wood came right after. A figure sat in a cushioned chair, leaned back just far enough into the shadows to cover his face. They were dressed in a three piece tux. Black trousers and jacket with a red jeweled waist coat, and a deep maroon button up shirt.

He deep, yet smooth voice came from the shadow covered face, " Bruce, it's been a long time. Would you care for a drink perhaps, one with an old friend? " It was said so deceivingly, Batman almost missed the name attached to the sentence. He froze, and watched as the figure laughed in dark joy and slowly rises from the chair. Bruce gulped and wondered how his friend got so,...big.

You walked around one of the chairs and finally stepped into the light. Bruce took in your features, how they've sharpened, and how your eyes had grown darker. You titled your head and chuckled again, " Don't worry about the name, Bruce, your secret is safe with me. But, was isn't safe, " He walked up to Bruce and grabbed him lightly on the chin, "are those lips of yours. "

Bruce only had a second to think about your words before you attacked his lips with your own. He let out a surprised groan that was easily swallowed by you. His hand went slack and the sound of his weapon hitting the ground rung through the entire room as he got over his stupor.

Gasping for air when you pulled back, you lick your lips at the disheveled face he was sporting, or at least, what you could make of it. You chuckled, but kept your grip on his chin, "I always wondered how big bad Batsy has grown. And I have to say, I'm pleasantly surprised. "

Bruce huffed and panted for air like a dog, and you chuckled again. Dipping in, you peck his lips one more time before letting him go. Grabbing your glass that was on the table, you drink the rest of it and shoved it into Bruce's chest. He grunted and held onto it, looking up at you in confusion.

You chuckle and saunter away, an extra away in your hips and you comb your fingers through your hair, " For the identity, Darling. I'm giving you a little leeway. Now, I won't make this little game easy, Bruce. But I know, you never like anything easy. " At the end of your little speel, the lights flickered and you were gone. The only sound Bruce heard the the thump of the bass, and the murmurs of the people talking in the main room.

Looking down, Bruce found a single thumb print on the class. He smirked and looked back up to where you were last, " Sneaky bastard. "

//Hope you enjoyed it! //

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