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When She Walked Away Master List

A/N: This was a request by an anon. It struck me almost instantly, and I had to start getting it out.

Summary: In a world where the line between human and supernatural is razor-thin, Y/N—a Touched of Bastet—was bound by an arranged marriage to Dean Winchester, a hunter who never saw her as anything but a monster. After saving his life and enduring years of rejection, she walked away—cutting ties with both their families and building a hidden sanctuary for outcasts like herself. Two years later, she's a respected leader, protector, and legend among those the world refuses to understand.

Now, as whispers of her growing power reach old allies and enemies alike, Dean—changed, remorseful, and haunted by memories—must face the woman he once cast aside. But forgiveness doesn’t come easy… and the past doesn’t stay buried.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

As always, each chapter will have warnings.

Overall Warnings: Angst, Longing, Pining (if you squint), Dean being Dean - jerk and sweet (eventually), cannon level violence, Doesn't follow the show timeline.

Chapter 1 - The Quiet Before Chapter 2 - Echoes At Dawn Chapter 3 - The Ones Who Stayed Chapter 4 - The One Left Behind More to come...

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genpadalecki: Mallorca forever ❤️

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❤‍🔥😍 Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum 😍🔥

Countdown (2025) season 1

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9 Stories Featuring Bucky Barnes

A Date With Danger

Bucky x Reader Action Drabble 2023

Another War

~Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering… even in the bedroom.~ Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader 1,732 Words Warnings: NSFW. Comedy and Smuts.  2023

Crazy On You

~ On a trip upstate, things get a little spicy when the rumble of Bucky’s engine gets you going…~ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 2,158 Words Warnings: NSFW, Exhibitionism (Sex in a Public Place), Oral, Fingering, Sexy Stuff.  2024

Dark As The Ocean

Stucky x Reader (Bucky/Reader/Steve) 2,142 Words Warnings: NSFW, Threesome, Cream Pie, Cum Eating, Cum Kisses, Oral, Anal, Fluff, Bucky’s in charge! Steve’s shy, Y/N is just along for the ride.  2024

Embracable You 

Bucky Barnes x You 970 Words Pre-War, Young!Bucky, Fluff, Romance, Longing, and the magic of NYC in the fall... 2024

Hesitantly Rough

Bucky x Reader NSFW Drabble 2022

Old Timey Talk

Bucky x Reader Ask Drabble 2022

Touch Starved Affection

Bucky x Reader Ask Drabble 2022

Trying

~Just another night of mind-blowing sex with your superhuman lover…~ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 790 Words NSFW. Breeding!Kink. Orgasm Delay. Fluffy Afterglow. 2025

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Abandoned carousel found in Japan. [source]

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Walker - 3.08 Cry Uncle

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Beach days

Sam x reader x Dean

This doesn't really have any plot. It's just you. And the boys. On a hot summer day at the beach. Wouldn't even count it as smut 😏

Word count: ~ 1K

Tags: 18+, poly, our boys x reader. Just one sentence of actual smut, the rest is very fluffy.

A/N: For my lovely moot @ambiguous-avery's Summer Snapshot Challenge! I swear I had this thing ready within 12 hours of them posting the announcement. That's how great the prompt was <3

Special thanks to @jollyhunter, the amazing banner definitely jumpstarted the writing!

“Dude. Those are way too short.”

“No they're not.”

“Any shorter and you'll get arrested for public indecency.” Sam's face looks serious, but his voice betrays him.

“Shut up,” Dean drawls. He looks down on himself, pulls the waistband of his trunks away from him with his thumb.

“You're just jealous. And little Dean here just loves the sea breeze.” He pulls his finger out and lets the elastic snap back into place, a broad grin on his face.

You bite down on your lip to suppress a chuckle as you stand there in the doorway, watching your boys. The stupidly cold beers you're holding are starting to hurt your hand, but you just want to savor the moment. Watch them for a little bit longer, not fighting, just bantering.

Forcing them to take this trip has been one of your finer ideas. Your last case hadn't been extraordinarily gruesome, or hard to crack. You had just noticed how the boys had grown more and more tired with each new hunt, and how they had been retracting, starting to become monosyllabic, the creases between their brows becoming deeper.

Initially, they had been against a vacation. Talked about responsibilities. But you'd made puppy eyes at them and dangled your skimpy new two-piece in front of them, and Dean had the car packed before you even could say scuba diving.

The air around you is hot and humid, condensed water drips from the smooth glass bottles, finding its way onto your hand. Everything looks like someone cranked up the color saturation.

Sam runs his hand through his hair. It falls back in place exactly the way it was before. He picks up a guava from the counter, takes a big bite. The only thing distracting you from the way a droplet of juice runs over his chin, the way the muscles in his jaw dance as he bites down, is his brother.

Dean's still playing with his trunks, testing how far up or down he can wear them, making that stupid V appear and almost disappear over and over again. He's the one who notices you standing in the doorway when he catches you staring shamelessly in the mirror.

“You think those are too short?” His eyes are big, sparkling like a kid's on Christmas. And he leans back, flexes his abs and wiggles his junk at the you in the mirror.

You laugh as you finally push yourself off the doorframe and walk over to him.

“Not nearly short enough. It's giving Tom Selleck and I love it, you really should think about growing a mustache.”

You stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to the tan, freckled skin on his shoulder blade, then, obviously purely on accident, touch the icy cold bottle to his naked back. Dean flinches, has one hand on the bottle and the other around your waist faster than you can react.

He glares at you with those deep green eyes, playful mischief written all over his face.

“You need to be more careful, missy, or you're gonna get ducked later!”

You shriek when Dean sandwiches your face between his lips on one cheek and the cold bottle on the other, and you try your best wiggling out of his grasp without spilling Sam's beer.

You flee into the younger Winchester's open arms, let him lift you up to sit on his hips where he holds you close to his body. You blindly reach for the counter and barely manage to set the second bottle down without letting it fall to the floor, because Sam, apparently, is not in the mood for beer. Instead, his lips wander all over your face, peppering kisses onto every inch of skin they can reach. Closing your eyes, you let yourself be swept away by the sensation.

You hold on to him tight, tangle your fingers into his hair as your mouth seeks out his. He tastes sweet, just like the fruit you watched him eat, and salty from the sweat the ocean breeze has dried on his skin. You feel him carrying you over to the couch where he gently puts you down, lips not parting from yours. And you hear Dean protesting, putting his bottle aside as he makes his way over to the two of you.

“No way, get outta here, it's my turn,” he growls at his brother. Your eyes flutter open as you feel Dean's hand between your and Sam's faces, almost violently pushing his brother away. You have to laugh at the scene, at Sam's incredulous look as Dean drops to his knees between your legs. He's already licking his lips as he ruffles up the thin fabric of your pareo, pulls down your bikini bottoms.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam looks between you and his brother, still deciding if he should fight this battle, when Dean quips again.

“On second thought, you can continue upstairs. I'm going to be busy down here for a while,” and then he goes straight for the honey pot.

You have a hard time keeping your eyes open as he runs his tongue over your heat, but Sam's excited expression makes the effort worth it. He chuckles, sits down next to you, brushes a rogue strand of hair out of your face.

You want to say something, about how they shouldn't fight, about how there's enough of you to go around, about how they're best when they work together. But the words die in your throat as Sam pulls you in again, lips brushing over yours. So you close your eyes. Sigh blissfully. And let your men get to work.

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Welcome to Kinktober 2025!

As there wasn’t an official Kinktober prompt list last year, we’ve put together an unofficial one for 2025, along with an AO3 collection. The graphics were all made by @latte-cucumber, and she's also made a banner that you’re welcome to use for your Tumblr Kinktober posts:

More information

Kinktober is an October prompt challenge that’s been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you don’t want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.

Our askbox is open for questions about how the challenge works or what the prompts mean.

Prompts

Masturbation – Orgasm Control – Incest

Coming Untouched – Ageplay – Kidnapping

Threesome – Nipple Clamps – Alien Abduction

Voyeurism – Sounding – Hypnosis

Finger Sucking – Wax Play – Dacryphilia

Outdoor Sex – Humiliation – Intoxication

Blindfolds – Chastity – Bloodplay

Webcam – Figging – Cages

Exhibitionism – Shibari – Tentacles

Oral Sex – Punishment – Consensual Non-Consent

Come Licking – Handcuffs – Somnophilia

Sex Work – Kneeling – Sissification

Dildos – Dom Bottom/Sub Top – Medical Play

Omegaverse – Possessive Sex – Choking/Gagging

Semi-Public – Object Insertion – Sex Pollen

Remote Control – High Protocol – Fire Play

Messy Sex – Service Kink – Anal Hooks

Size Queen – Dom/Sub – Genital Torture

Creampie – Sensory Deprivation – Electricity

Mirror Sex – Golden Shower – Dubcon

Rimming – Forced Orgasm – Monsterfucking

Quiet Sex – Crawling – Gunplay

Biting – Praise Kink – Enemas

Anal Sex – Gags – Noncon

Double Penetration – Impact Play – Pillory/Stocks

Lingerie – Cuckolding – Sex Robot

Hair Pulling – Animal Play – Gangbang

Multiple Orgasms – S&M – Needle Play

Body Worship – Omorashi – Full-Body Bondage

Breeding – Fucking Machine – Degradation

Hot Tub Sex – Foot Fetish – Writer’s Choice

Bonus prompts:

Aftercare

Fisting

Wall Sex

Sugar Baby

Uniform Kink

Free Use

Temporary/Permanent Marks

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Competitive Writing Sprints!

Add words to your WIP and earn prizes at the same time!!! This session will be hosted by @walkingaline!

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At the end of the sprints, whoever wrote the most words in each sprint will get a prize. Whoever wrote the most words in all of the sprints together will also get a prize. (Prizes will be chosen from the Pond Prize Pool.)

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A Subtle Invitation

Pairing: Éomer x Fem!Reader 

Summary: “You needn’t be so formal,” Éomer said. His lips moved against the shell of your ear. “I am Éomer, especially when we are alone.”

Another short episode in your arranged marriage to the Third Marshal of the Mark, in the hopes of renewing political ties between Rohan and Gondor.

AN: Here's a little sequel to As Tradition Dictates, essentially an arranged marriage AU for Éomer!

Posted on Patreon: 6/13/2025

Word Count: 2.6K

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. A bit of jealousy, angst, fluff, sharing a bath, smut (v. fingering)

The second morning after your wedding day, you bid your family goodbye. It was a bittersweet parting, and you hugged your mother and brother with all your might.

It would take them a week’s ride to travel back to Dol Amroth, the Gondorian city by the sea. Ruled by Prince Imrahil, it was a small, beautiful coastal palace, but ever did it live in the shade of Minas Tirith.

The wish to renew the friendship between Gondor and Rohan began in the mind of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. But of course he wouldn't deign to send either of his sons to marry Éowyn.

No, the responsibility fell on Prince Imrahil to send a suitable match from his household. He had felt his only daughter Lothíriel was yet too young to marry Théodred Prince, a grown man of forty-one years to her mere sixteen. So Imrahil called upon your family, upon you, his next closest relation.

You were meant to be...an appeasement bride, of sorts.

Lothíriel was promised to wed Théodred in two years’ time. And so, you had been sent to wed Éomer in the interim. The king's first nephew, Third Marshal of the Mark; his standing was still far above yours. You felt the match was unequal in that respect, but you also secretly hoped that he did not see it that way.

After finishing well wishes with your family, you were approached by Amrothos, the third son of Prince Imrahil, who had also accompanied your party to Rohan. He had been your friend along with Lothíriel since you all were children. You three were the closest in age and so had gotten into many hijinks together, for which your older brother too often needed to get you out of.

Today, Amrothos was more serious than you had ever seen him when he kissed your hand in parting.

“My dear lady,” he said, “I wish you every happiness.”

You caught a hint of grief and longing hidden behind his eyes. You knew why he suffered, but even with sadness throbbing in your chest, your heart could only love him as a friend. And so, that was how you must say goodbye.

“And I you, my friend,” you said. “Please give my best to Elphir and Erchirion, and tell Lothíriel I will write to her soon.”

“Of course,” Amrothos said. He bid you a final farewell with a deep nod of respect. He hesitated, but finally let go of your hand and stepped away from you. Incidentally, he met eyes with the Third Marshal as he returned to your brother’s side.

Éomer watched Amrothos go while standing behind you in the large hall, with his armor-laden arms clasped before him. His face was almost unreadable…but not entirely. Éowyn noticed the path of her brother’s gaze, so firmly trained on Amrothos as the entire party took their leaving. She hid a smile.

However, it soon dropped when she also noticed you being approached by Grima, the King’s advisor.

“Even in sadness, you retain your bridal glow, my lady,” Grima remarked.

You turned to him with a thin smile, trying to be polite. You could not place it, but there was something about the man that unsettled you. His voice slipped about like an eel, leaving a proverbial film of grease in its wake. 

Éomer tensed, but Éowyn sent him a pacifying look that said, Leave it to me.

She slipped between you and Grima. Giving him a polite excuse, she led you away by your arm to ask if you would help her tend the garden of Meduseld.

“My mother started it long ago, but admittedly, I myself have no hand for growing things,” she confessed with a laugh. You smiled along with her. “However, I thought you might be up to the task.”

Before you and Éowyn left the great hall, you gave your husband a parting smile as well as a nod of respect. He did the same for you, though he left without a word. You noticed the sharper eye he gave to Grima before he took his leave.

You wondered if Éomer too disliked the man, but you had no time to contemplate it just then. Éowyn’s steps were brisk and you needed to keep up with her.

The truth was, your heart swelled at the opportunity to tend the garden. Éowyn had caught you there more than once, touching the dry, deadened leaves with a frown. You remembered your own modest garden by the sea at Dol Amroth, full of lilies and lemongrass, wildflowers and white roses. It had been painful to leave your hard work behind in coming to Rohan.

“Yes, I would be honored, my lady,” you replied. “It is a pastime that brings me great joy.”

“Good,” said Éowyn, with a bright charm in her blue eyes. She squeezed your arm congenially as she led you through the long and cavernous halls of the keep. “Except you must call me Éowyn.”

You began with clearing the wild and overrun weeds and dead plants from the pit that once was a garden. It lied in a quiet room made of stone, so different from the pointed wooden walls that made up most of Meduseld. But high above, there was a wide, square gap in the ceiling that let in the sun, the rain, and the heavens shining down.

You evaluated the soil and what flowers and plants would bloom in time, using Éowyn’s knowledge of what grew here in Rohan. Éowyn and one of her ladies helped you clear the debris, even though you told her that she needn’t do so. She was the Lady of Meduseld, after all.

She waved away your concern and told you that she would rather help you than waste her day idling. By the time the sun began to set beyond the horizon, bathing the room in a dimmer golden glow, the three of you had accomplished quite a lot.

Also, you were now in dire need of a bath. When you took your leave, more eyes followed you than usual. No doubt they were noting your disheveled hair, the dirt staining your clothes and under your nails. The keep’s other maids and attendants whispered to each other, likely scandalized that you, the so-called noble lady of Gondor, had done the work yourself.

Good, you could not help but think in satisfaction. This would give them something better to gossip about. You had heard the whispers from the start.

The lady looks as if she is made of glass. Can she even move her head?

How complicated she wears her hair. Is that the style in Gondor?

She will never last a Rohirric winter.

How haughty is the tilt of her chin. No doubt she thinks us a bunch of wild savages. The Marshal will have his work cut out with her.

Surely, he wishes he could have chosen a bride for himself.

Those thoughts fell heavier upon your shoulders as you made the trek back to Éomer’s chamber…the one you now shared with him. You tried to keep your shoulders straight, your chin parallel with the floor. You did as your mother had always impressed upon you to do. Keep your true thoughts from your face, and show only what you wanted others to see.

However, that expression of aloofness fell the moment you fully entered the bedchamber. You heard the mild splashing of water before you realized—before you saw Éomer washing himself in the bath. The luxurious marble tub built deep into the ground, over in the far corner of the room. The fireplace crackled warmth into the room along with the water’s steam, enveloping you with a comforting air.

You knew your husband had been out on patrol today after leaving you this morning. No doubt he had ridden long and hard throughout the West Mark, perhaps alongside Théodred Prince.

Éomer looked up when the heavy door closed itself. You forgot to grab it so that it shut more softly. He turned to you, his eyes widening a fraction.

“My lord,” you greeted with a quick bow of your head. Your cheeks warmed in a blush. “I am sorry, I do not wish to disturb you.”

“You are not,” he replied, as he eyed you. A subtle invitation, perhaps.

He picked up the soap once more and continued to scrub along his arm. You were drawn to him, and to the sight of wet-slick muscle. Your gaze roamed up the length of his broad arm and shoulders, his chest and collarbone, his damp blonde hair clinging to his skin.

Quickly, your eyes rose and fell on his bearded face. His lips began to twitch upward, but it became hidden from you as he twisted to try and reach his back.

Your blush deepened as you stepped closer. “May I help you?”

He hesitated, glancing at you over his shoulder.

“If you wish.”

You knelt down at the edge of the stone tub. You took the bar of soap from him to help wash his back, though you noticed the more serious veneer that fell over his features.

“Am I doing something wrong?” you asked.

Éomer seemed to return to himself. He blinked up at you and lightened up a touch.

“No…no, thank you,” he said, taking the soap from you. Besides the softness of your touch, he was thinking of his patrol this afternoon. His Eored noticed signs of orcs west of Meduseld. He already informed his cousin Théodred, but tomorrow Éomer would ride out again and hunt them down. He would not trouble you with that, however.

While his back was turned, you saw a scattering of scars you had only glimpsed yesterday in the dim of candlelight. You touched him between the shoulder blades, and his muscles twitched. Your face warmed, but you were gentle in tracing the marks. Éomer paused, allowing it for the moment.

“Do all men in your Eored possess such scars?” you asked quietly.

“Many do,” he said. “The hazards of our occupation, and our duty.”     

He turned and grasped your hand to keep you from dwelling on those thoughts, or from fretting over him. Your eyes met his, and his lips curved. His free hand came up to brush some dirt from your cheek. "What's this?"

“Gardening,” you supplied with a blush.

“I see,” he said, amusement gleaming in his eyes. “Care to join me then? The water is still warm.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He could tell that he’d caught you contemplating the very idea.

“It would conserve water,” you replied.

It succeeded in making him smile. That was something he had noticed about you.

Always concealing her desires behind practicality, he thought.

He tugged you closer by your hand to help you out of your clothes, but you cinched up the soft violet gown yourself. Éomer watched as you raised it over your head, the hem of it catching in your hair. Anew he took in your every curve with pleasure to his eyes. 

You were beautiful. Beautiful and kind. Again, he was reminded of how easily your match may not have come to pass.

Rather than cursed, as he may have felt months ago, he now felt mostly lucky to look upon his bride with the certainty that you were his alone. For him, it was worth the price of being yours in return, even if all that ever grew between you both was friendship and fondness.

He helped you into the bath, and the water rose to meet you when you settled in. Flashing him a somewhat shy smile, you reached up to loosen the complicated twists from your hair, taking out pins and unraveling the strands.

It was a delicate thing you did, and Éomer found himself attracted to the way your nimble hands did it…even though he preferred your hair as it was now: unbound and trailing damp between his fingers. 

He led you into a seat beside him on the ledge, submerged by the water. He washed your back, your glistening shoulders, and your arms, moving the soap over your skin in a gentle, but delicious pressure.

When he reached your neck, he slipped the smooth bar over your shoulder and more gently along your collarbone, dipping slowly between your breasts. You could feel his warm, solid chest against your back.

You breathed out a sigh, grateful, contented, and aroused in equal measure. His free hand found the curve of your waist under the water, and you felt the brush of his thumb along your skin. His hand slid higher, skimming the underside of your breast. A shiver ran down your spine.

“Thank you, my lord,” your voice escaped in a whisper.

“You needn’t be so formal,” Éomer said. His lips moved against the shell of your ear. “I am Éomer, especially when we are alone.”

He set down the soap and rose to sit on the edge of the tub. He drew you up with him by your hips, guiding you to sit in his lap. You felt every firm ridge of him against you, including his hard, heavy manhood kissing the cleft of your rear. His strong thighs underneath you were your foundation, his arms your unshakable support.

You sucked in a subtle breath, holding onto his left arm for balance, especially when his right hand dipped below your belly, brushing your skin, traveling down and down to cup your mound.

“Éomer,” you breathed, just as two of his fingers sought what they wished between your legs. A gasp caught in your throat. Your thighs, already shaking, opened up for him.

Calloused finger pads slipped through your folds and found delicious friction, rolling the swelling bud above your entrance until you began to whimper and writhe against him.

His lips trailed rough kisses along your neck, your chin, soft bites along your jaw. Then those same fingers plunged into you, deeply, finding slick familiarity in your sensitive channel.

Amidst the sounds of quiet splashing, your toes curling in the water around your ankles, your breathing shallowed. Desperation mounted. You reached back and scrapped for purchase, raking your nails through the wet darkened strands of his hair.

He held to him with an arm like an iron band. His hand molded to your breast, rolling the achingly hard nipple between his fingers. All the while, his sword-wielding hand worked you over, those thick digits sliding back and forth inside your quivering walls.

Until finally, a choked cry escaped you. Your core muscles clenched and spasmed around his hand, down to the knuckles. Still, he stroked inside you until you fell back against him with a shudder. Self-satisfied at bringing you pleasure, yet painfully aroused, he watched your breasts rise and fall with your breaths.

“Well done,” he murmured, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth.

You giggled softly, tightening your hand around his. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught his smile.

He guided you by your hips to turn around. You were all too willing to do so, straddling his lap with a slow ease. Maybe a tinge of lingering modesty had your face warming in a blush, but you smiled back at him.

Your hands slipped up his arms as he gathered you against his chest, until merely a whisper lied between his lips and yours. The air began to chill your wet skin, but you were warm wherever he touched you.

“Perhaps we could dry ourselves and move to the bed, where I might return the favor,” you suggested.

Éomer rose a brow, but the idea pleased him, as did your boldness when your hand disappeared between your bodies to stroke his aching cock. A grunt fell from his lips, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips.  

“You are learning quickly,” he uttered.

He earned your sweeter laugh. Then you welcomed him into a devouring kiss.  

At least we are compatible in this, you thought, before you weren’t able to think of much else.

AN: There we go, another little snapshot of these two! 💜

I'd like to do a few more of these at various points in their marriage (eventually). I guess you could consider that a kind of series, since it was meant to be from an actual Éomer x OFC series. 😆

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16 Stories Featuring Soldier Boy

An Amazing Fire

~ Turns out, Y/N is better than any drug he’s ever tried…~ Ben (Soldier Boy) x Reader 2,233 Words Warnings: NSFW, Breeding!Kink, Filthy Talk, Somehow Romantic, Very Dirty. 2025

And You Don’t Stop

Ben (Soldier Boy) x F!Reader 444 Words  NSFW Drabble 2022

Captive Audience

~Y/N gets invited to a party but fails to realize that she’s the favor…~ Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader 1,700 Words Warnings: NSFW. Sex and Drug Use. 18+ ONLY 2024

Fading Colors

~Soldier Boy gets what he wants and tonight it’s to feel all of you again and again…~ Ben (Soldier Boy) x F!Reader 1,165 Words Warnings: NSFW. Smut Without Plot. Rough Sex. Choking. Slapping. Loss of Consciousness. Lots of Orgasms.  2023

G.B.A.

~Spend the 4th with America’s first and greatest superhero~ Ben (Soldier Boy) x Reader 400 Words  NSFW 2022

Give Us A Smile

Jensen (as Soldier Boy) x Reader 637 Words  NSFW Drabble 2022

Good To Go

Butcher x Reader x Soldier Boy 370 Words  NSFW Drabble 2022

Hold On

Soldier Boy x Reader 480 Words  NSFW 2022

It’s Fucking Unprofessional

~ While working as a PA for Vought, Y/N has made one promise to herself: to stay the fuck away from Soldier Boy. Some promises are too easily broken…~ Soldier Boy x F!Reader 2,434 Words NSFW. Snark. Cursing. Assholery. Fucking.  2024

Let’s Dance

~If there’s one thing she knows, it’s that she fucking hates Soldier Boy. If there’s one thing he knows, it’s that he can change her mind.~ Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader 1,650 Words Warnings: Show typical grossness and sexual situations. NSFW. Amazing Soldier Boy sex talk… 2024

Like An Animal

~Left alone with Soldier Boy, Y/N has to try to hold her own against America’s First Superhero and his deliciously dirty ideas~ Ben (Soldier Boy) x F!Reader 2,854 Words Warnings: NSFW, Cat and Mouse, Rough Sex, Breeding!Kink, Filthy and Delicious 2022

Prey For Me

~Nothing’s worse than being chased through the woods by an all powerful supe… except, maybe, getting caught… ~ Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader 1207 Words Warnings: NSFW, Cat and Mouse Play, Biting, Breeding, Beautiful. It’s porn… 2023

Riding Him

Soldier Boy x Reader NSFW Drabble 2022

The Ultimate

Soldier Boy x F!Reader 700 Words  NSFW 2022

The Way My Hand Looks On Your Face

~It’s not like Y/N doesn’t find her husband incredibly sexy, but something about his new character is doing more for her than any other…~ Jensen x F!Reader; Soldier Boy x F!Reader 3,248 Words Warnings: NSFW, Role Play, Rough Consensual Sex, Choking, Slapping, Overstimulation, Degradation, Breeding Kink, Dom!Jensen, SexyBastard!SoldierBoy 2024

You Only Want Me When You’re High

~ As the newest and most useless recruit to The Boys, Y/N is tasked with keeping an eye on Soldier Boy while Butcher sorts things out. Annoyed to be given such a ridiculous job, she tries to keep the defrosted supe at arm’s length, but there’s something in the drugs and in his eyes that makes him hard to resist…~ Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader, Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher 5,426 Words NSFW, Sexual Acts, Excessive Drug Use, Just NSFW all around…  2024

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 15

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 5,053

Warnings- Possible language. Frustrated Reader

A/N-Sorry this has been so long, I just don't get the time I used to have to write. I was trying to keep up my tradition of giving you a fic on my birthday, it's just a little later in the evening than usual.

 A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you @leigh70 for your help with this. You are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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While you are waiting at the Airport for your 6:20 flight to Colorado, you receive a text from Keegan. 

Toby C-Colby and Lindsey are going to Bat Fest with me.  Would you prefer we sent you pictures or videos of the evening? ;)

Shaking your head at his message, you send your reply.

Me-That’s alright, I think I’ll pass on both. I appreciate the offer though.

Toby C- Are you sure?  Seems like something you would really enjoy.

Me- I’m positive.  Hope you all have fun!

Toby C- Have fun at your convention! 

A short time later they are calling your flight to line up for boarding.  Grabbing your bags you hop in line, getting your boarding pass ready to be scanned. 

It was an uneventful flight, and thankfully not too full. The Denver airport itself, was another story.  It took you a while to get through to the pickup area where you finally saw Mike waiting for you. 

“Hey Mike,”

“Y/N, hi.  How was your flight?” 

“It was good, thanks.”

He takes your bag as he leads you to the car.  The ride to the Embassy Suites takes about twenty minutes with light traffic. After grabbing your bags out and handing over your room key, Mike has to leave again for the conference center to pick up Kim and Bri from the pajama party. 

Judging by the room number on the card, you figure you’re on the fifth floor.  Walking down the long entryway and passing through the atrium you find the elevators to take you upstairs.  Shooting a text off to Kim and Bri, telling them you were here and headed for the pool before ordering some food.  If they want to join you in any of that they are more than welcome to.

Quickly changing into your suit, you make your way to the pool, happy to see there are only a couple of guys in the hot tub.  Smiling and nodding as you walk by, you claim a chair for your things, and ditch your coverup before getting in the pool. About twelve laps in you run into someone’s foot as you near the wall.  

Quickly stopping and looking up, you see Kim and Bri sitting at the pool edge laughing at you.  

“You scared the crap out of me.  I was like, how did I manage to get off the line I was going in.”

“I don’t see any crap floating in the pool,” Bri mouths off before cracking up.

“You were pretty into your swim, and didn’t notice when we called your name, so I thought I’d give this a try,” Kim tells you.  

“Yeah, you two haven’t had anything to drink tonight have you?”  They just laugh.  Sinking back into the water you roll out your shoulders before speaking again.  “Are you planning on getting in or just kicking me?”

“Neither of us brought suits this time.  But we figured we’d come see if you were ready to get food yet,” Kim responds.

“Yeah, sure.  What are you in the mood for?”

“I think the bar or restaurant by the atrium is open for a while.  Let’s just get something there,” she suggests.

“Okay.  I need to change.  Are you two going in your party pj’s or changing.”

Bri opts to stay in her outfit, Kim goes back for a sweatshirt, and they agree to meet you back downstairs.

With a quick shower to wash out the chlorine, you throw on some comfy sweats and leave your room.  Your two friends are already there, joined by Jason, Adam, David and DJ.  

“‘Bout time you showed up.  We’ve been waiting for bloody ever,”  Adam teases you.

“Oh shut it.”  Hugging your friends, you make your way to the empty seat between Bri and Adam.  

After ordering, DJ asks Bri about her recent trip.  Then others throw out what they have been up to.  When it’s your turn, you tell them you moved to a new place.  Of course the girls want to see pictures.  You don’t miss the confused look they send each other as they look through your pictures.  

“Where’s it at?” Kim asks.

“Is this it?” comes from Bri.

Ignoring Bri, you respond to Kim, “It’s near Congress Ave, not too long of a drive from Jared and Gen’s house.”

“It’s, um it’s quaint,” Kim finally responds.

“No, it’s a closet.  Seriously girl, what were you thinking here?” Bri pushes.  By now the guys have all seen the photos on your phone.

“I was thinking they offer short term rent options until I can figure out what I want to do.”

“You couldn’t do that at the moose’s house?”

“I needed space.”

Bri looks you over before she finally relents.  She can tell there is more you aren’t saying yet.  Your friends mean well, even if they don’t always have the politest way of putting it.  The rest of the evening is spent joking around before you all retire to your rooms.

Friday’s alarm pulls you from sleep, slowly dragging yourself out of bed, you get yourself ready for the day.  While finishing up with makeup a text comes from Mike letting you know he’s on his way, and someone picked up breakfast and it will be at the convention center.  Once done, you grab your backpack with your things for the day and make your way to the lobby. 

Adam, Jason, and Sam are already downstairs, when Mike pulls up at 9, the four of you head outside.  A few minutes later DJ comes racing out to join you.  It’s a quiet ride to the convention center, you all are dropped off at a side door where no one will see you.  

You recognize three of the handlers waiting just outside the door, all with coffees in their hands, but you don’t see Chelsea.   They all greet you, but you realize each of them is assigned to one of your friends.  You ask Nikki who is working with Sam, where you can find Chelsea.

“Sorry Y/N, she’s sick this weekend.  My mic isn’t working, I have to get a new one once I get Sam to her room.  I’m not sure who you are working with, I’ll find out and send them to meet you.  There is a small green room area backstage, but you all have individual rooms to hang out in, and relax at this location.  There are also some breakfast rolls there.  If you want to walk with us, I’ll see if your room number is on any of these sheets I have.”

The handle and Sam make small talk as you follow them down the hallway.  Once Nikki gets Sam settled in her room, she takes you further down the hall to what she says is your assigned room.  Before she leaves, she promises to send someone your way soon since your VIP meet and greet is scheduled at 9:55.

You don’t want to eat right before your VIP meeting, so you opt to stay in the room for now.  With a little bit of time to kill you pull out your laptop.  Scrolling through your Hulu account you swipe past a show before going back.  Laughing you hit play on the first episode.  As the theme song sequence is playing you snap a picture at the end and send it to Keegan.

Me- Hey look what I found to rewatch!

It only takes him a few minutes to respond. 

Toby C- Seriously??  Isn’t there something else on there to keep you entertained?  

Toby C- I thought you were at a convention?  Shouldn’t you be signing autographs or taking                 pictures or something?

Me- Got a secret, can you keep it?  Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Toby C- I may have to block you.

Me- You aren’t in the first episode.  When do you appear again?

Toby C- Sorry, this user is busy and cannot respond while we are on this topic.

Me- Jerk

It’s then that you notice the time on your phone says 10:10.  Didn’t Nikki say you had a 9:55 M&G?

Me- Sorry Toby, I need to go

Toby C- The name is KEEGAN!!

One of the handlers never did come to get you, did your schedule change?  Grabbing your phone you head to the door and down to the room Nikki pointed out that would be used as the green room.  Adam was in there, and just about to walk out on stage to start the convention.  His handler was sitting at a table nearby, you go up to see if she can help you.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, I’m just trying to figure out where I am supposed to be.  I thought Nikki said I had a 9:55 meet and greet?”  You ask the woman in front of you.

“Hello Y/N,”  she pulls up her schedule, “yes, you were scheduled for one at 9:55.  But Victoria radioed that she couldn’t find you.  They moved Jason’s into that spot.”

“I’ve been in the room Nikki showed me to the entire time.  I just left it to come down here when I noticed the time.”

She nods before taking into her radio.  “This is Steph for Victoria.  Y/N Padalecki is in the green room now.  Do you have an update on her schedule?”

It takes a minute before you hear noise coming over the radio.  While you wait for her to get back to you, DJ is running through the room and out the ramp to the stage, his handler going out the side door to watch his panel from inside the room if he needed anything.

“Okay, I will pass that on.  Thank you,” Steph responds to the radio. 

By now Adam is back and coming over to see what is going on.  Steph turns to the two of you.  “Victoria said to tell you to wait here.  She will come get you for your pictures at 11, they moved your VIP meet and greet to 2.”

“Does that mean Victoria is working with me this weekend?”

“Yes.”

You groan internally, but put on a smile before replying, “okay, thank you.”

Adam pulls you aside before asking, “what’s happening?”

“I was waiting in the room Nikki showed me to because no one met me when we got here.  She said I had a 9:55 meet and greet, but no one ever came and got me.  Your handler said she told them that she couldn’t find me.  So they had to move stuff around.”

Adam shakes his head, “little Padalecki causing trouble already.”

“Hey, I was just doing what I was told,” you defend yourself. 

“Likely excuse, I have pictures to get to.  Unlike you, I don’t plan on skipping out.”

“Ha ha, you’re a riot this morning,” you call out to his back as Adam and his handler leave.

Now, you have a half an hour to kill in the empty green room.  Looking around you notice all the breakfast rolls are gone, you’ll just have to wait for lunch. But you would definitely kill for an energy drink.   With no one else around yet, you pull out your phone and return to your previous streaming.  Keegan is in the second episode and the end of it comes before you check the time, so you know when to go freshen up for photos.

“11:12? What the hell?” you exclaim to the empty room. Didn’t Steph tell you Victoria was coming and photos were at 11?

Looking around the unoccupied room you search for a schedule, but there doesn’t seem to be one. You can hear DJ still up on stage, and decide to peek in the hallway to see if anyone is around to help you.  Sam is at her table doing photos and autographs, with Nikki sitting next to her.  Looking around you don’t see anyone else nearby, so you make your way over to the ladies.  Some of the fans recognize you and you smile and say hello as you pass.  Nikki notices you and quickly comes over.  She leads you back to Sam’s table so she can be near if Sam needs anything.

“Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I’m trying to figure out my schedule.  I was told to wait in the green room until photos at 11, but now it’s after that.  Do you know if they are running behind?”

Nikki looks slightly nervous before telling you, “I heard on the radio that you were unable to make photos, so they took Bri as soon as she got here. I’m not sure when they moved yours to.”

“What!” you exclaim before getting control of yourself in front of the fans.  “I haven’t seen Victoria yet today, I’ve been in the green room waiting since I was told she was coming for me.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Nikki tries to placate you.  “If you want to go back to the green room, or your room, I will message Victoria and have her come right there.”

“It’s not your fault.  I’ll go back to the green room, if she’ll meet me there.  Thanks, Nikki.”

“No problem.”  She starts talking to her mike as she walks you back toward the door while still watching Sam.  “Victoria will be right over,” Nikki tells you before walking away.

Shutting the door behind you, you let out a frustrated sigh.

“Long day already?” A voice behind you makes you jump.

“DJ! You scared me, I didn’t realize you were in here.”

“I just came off stage, where are you coming from?”

“Trying to find a handler.”

“What?”

“I have yet to see my handler for the weekend, so I’ve been trying to figure out what I’m supposed to do.  I guess I’ve already missed two things.”

“Goodness girl!  It’s not even noon and you are already causing chaos.”  

“Hey, it’s not my fault!,” you try to defend yourself. 

Before either of you can say more, his handle is calling to him.  “DJ, it’s time to head out to your table in the vendor’s room.”

“Be right there, thanks.  Sorry Little Pad, unlike you.  I have to get somewhere.”  He was quickly out the door leaving you alone once again.

Falling down on one of the chairs, you don’t even take your phone out to entertain yourself.  With what has already happened this morning you want to be aware of what is going on around you.  Listening to the main stage you can tell Adam and David are currently out there.  You have a few laughs at the guys' stories, before one of the doors opens and Victoria finally walks in.

“I see you finally decided to stay in one place,” she snottily greets you.

Oh, you are not going to roll over for her right now.  “Really? I’ve been where I was told to be all morning.  Where have you been?”

“I’ve been dealing with your absence and changing schedules.  We need to get down to group photos now.  You better be ready.”

Biting your tongue, you follow her out of the door leading to the hallway.  That takes you to a back staircase leading downstairs.  Through there you follow another hallway until you come to one of the closed doors.  Victoria knocks on it before leading you in.  Entering the room you see a line of waiting fans that Kim and Bri are joking with.

“Oh look who finally came to join us!” Kim calls out.

“Guess she just wanted to make an entrance,” Bri quips.

Shaking your head, you join the girls in front of the picture background.  “Good to finally see you, Padalecki,” Chris calls, picking up his camera.  

“You are all hilarious.” 

“Well we had to keep it interesting waiting for you.  We were only supposed to start ten minutes ago,” Bri informs you. 

“Apparently, you needed more time to freshen up,” Kim chips in.

The first fan is coming over before you get a chance to defend yourself.  Putting on a smile you try not to let your frustrations show in the photos.  None of the fans need your sour mood ruining the pictures they are paying for.   After fifteen minutes your session with the ladies ends, and they head out, but Chris keeps you behind.  Apparently, some of your solo photos have been moved to now.  Looking around you don’t see Victoria anywhere, and you could really use a bottle of water.  Everyone else in the room is busy and you don’t want to bother them, it seems like you have already put them out enough today. 

Twenty minutes later you are done with this round of solo pictures, and you notice Victoria has reappeared.  Giving Chris a hug and apologizing for being late, you follow your handler out the door.   I

“What is my schedule for the rest of the day?” you question.  Thinking it will be a good idea to know what you have going on and when you need to be somewhere. 

She leads you back upstairs to another room before she bothers to speak to you.   “This is your room, you can wait in here until I come get you for your ops.”  With that she turns to leave.

“Two things before you leave.  I was in a different room this morning, and my things are in there.  I asked what I had going on the rest of the day, you never answered me.”

 She rolls her eyes as she turns back to look at you, “you can go get your things and bring them back here.  Just don’t take off somewhere else again, you’ve caused enough headache today.  You have a VIP meet and greet now at 2:15, a panel at 2:50, autographs at 4:15.”

“Could I get a copy of the weekend schedule?”

“The printed copies are wrong now since you were missing this morning.”

“I wasn’t missing.”

“That’s right, don’t accept blame for your mistakes.”

The two of you glare at each other before she turns to leave again.

“What about lunch?  And I would like a bottle of water please.”

“Lunch will be delivered later.”

Bitch, you think as the door clicks behind her, you wonder if the hotel gym has a punching bag.  You could definitely use one tonight.  Taking a deep breath you leave the room to gather your things and come back here.  Inside the other room you find some of your pictures you assume are supposed to be signed, some permanent markers, and also see a few waters.  Grabbing it all you head back to the room Victoria showed you too. 

Rolling your shoulders you sit down to start signing, music is quietly playing on your phone.  After about half an hour you need to get up and stretch. A rumbling from your stomach has you checking your phone, you notice it’s a little after one, that means lunch should be here anytime.  One o'clock usually starts an intermission time.  

Opening the door out to the hallway, you don’t see anyone else moving around.  Going back into the room you turn on the next episode of PLL to kill some time.  Getting caught up in the episode it’s quarter to two, before you realize your dear handler never came to tell you lunch was in.  Closing your computer you make your way down the hall to the green room area.  Most of your friends are sitting inside, and call out greetings to you.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Kim teases.

“Hey princess, where have you been hiding?” Bri asks

“Miss any more ops?” Adam questions.

“What’s up girl?”  from DJ.

Sam, Jason, and the guys from Louden Swain just laugh.  The handlers that are around the room trying to hide their smiles. 

“You guys are hilarious, and I’ll laugh in a minute.  Right now I’m too hungry to participate.”

As you walk toward the boxes that contain lunch, you miss your friends looking at each other. Opening the first two white boxes you find them empty. The third has half of a veggie sub left in it.  The fourth box is also empty, there are a few bags of chips and some apples at the end of the table.  

Bri speaks up from the couches, “when they took the lunch order, Victoria said you didn’t want anything…”

Grabbing a bag of chips and an apple, you turn back around. “All that was said to me about lunch when I asked, was it will be delivered later.”  There are a few pops sitting on the table and you grab one of those too, it will at least get you a little caffeine. 

Checking your watch, it’s almost two.  “Ok, well I have a meet and greet shortly, so I need to get back to the room Victoria told me to stay in.  See you all later.”

Taking your little lunch back to your room, you quickly eat it so you can then freshen up before your M&G when Victoria comes back.  Five minutes after two you are standing in the hallway ready for your handler to appear.  When she finally shows up five minutes later, you tell her you need to make a quick stop at the restroom first, since no one bothered to tell you where they were earlier. 

Rolling her eyes, Victoria leads you down and around a corner where the restrooms are.  “You need to hurry up, you’re already running late.”

“If I am, it’s on you. I was ready and waiting for you,” you snap back.

You get through the 10 minute VIP M&G without any problems.  Although you don’t usually get any from those.  It’s just after 2:30 when you get back to your room upstairs, Victoria tells you to be sure to be ready for the panel that starts at 2:50.

Shutting the door on her you mumble, “yeah, yeah.”  Looking around the room, you search for anything else that needs to be signed.  You usually have more than the stack of pictures you autographed earlier.  Speaking of which, those are still sitting in here, it’s doubtful your super helpful handle will actually do her job and turn them in for you, so you decide to take them back to the greenroom yourself when you go for the panel.  It’s 2:45 when you decide to walk down to the greenroom yourself.  You don’t need Victoria to show you where the stage is from there, you can go on with the girls.  Walking into the room, you just see Adam and the band in there.

“Bri and Kim aren’t here yet?” you ask.

“Aw look who’s late again” Adam greets you with.

“What are you talking about?”  Glancing at your watch, “I still have three minutes before we go on stage.”

“No love, you were supposed to be on seven minutes ago.”

“What!  That’s not what I was told.  Where’s a mike?” you ask looking around.  

Billy gives you a mike and you hand your pictures to Adam before heading out to stage.  Kim and Bri hear you coming and turn to face you as you come out the curtain.  

“Hey!! Look who we have here.” Bri exclaims to the crowd.

“So nice of you to join the party,” Kim chimes in.

“Sorry everyone, I guess I got a little lost,” you try to joke. 

The panel goes by fine for the most part, Kim and Bri might give you a little more crap than they normally would, but you let it go.  Since it does appear you’ve been late for just about everything today, even if it wasn’t your fault.

Adam and Louden Swain come out at the end to sing you off stage, and then welcome the last panel on.  As you walk through the curtain Bri puts her arm around your shoulder.

“What’s up with you today?”

“It’s not my fault.”

“Okay, do you wanna talk about it?”

You notice Victoria standing nearby with her arms crossed, “not right now, I just would like this day to be over.”

Your lovely handler decides to make her way over, “you weren’t in your room when Steph went to get you, so you were late again.”  Bri and Kim don't want to get in the way, and they step away.

“I was right where I was supposed to be, until I brought myself down here.  By the time I did that, I was apparently already late.  You gave me the wrong time.”

“No, I didn’t.  You must not have been paying attention.”

“I’m not in the mood Victoria, just go leave me alone.”

“Where do you think you are going to disappear to before autographs this time?”

“I’m not going anywhere.  They are what, forty minutes away?  I’ll just stay here.”

“Whatever,” she huffs out before walking away from you.

 Sam and Gil are up on stage now, so you sit down and listen to them while you wait to go out for autographs after the stage panels are done for the day.    As their panel winds down you wonder if Victoria will reappear to go out to autographs with you or not. She does, just before you need to go out there.  Great, you get to sit next to her for the next hour or so, fun times, you think.

You’re right, she definitely makes this a miserable experience.  You wonder how Jensen handles having to deal with her at most every con.  She must be a heck of a lot nicer to him. She makes a few snide comments to your fans, most digs at their compliments of you.  Tries to hurry you along when you want to say something to them.  You finally tell her to chill out.  She doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the session, just to the fans approaching. 

Back in the green room, Bri, Kim, Gil, Adam and David are returning.  The rest of the group already went back to the hotel.

“What are the plans for the evening?”  Bri wants to know.

“Karaoke starts at nine, we need to be back here by say, 8:45?” Adam responds.

“So let’s clean up and grab dinner at say 6:30?” Kim suggests.

The others agree and Adam sends out a group text.  Bri turns to you, “Should we tell you 6:15 so you’re on time?”

“You’re hilarious.  I think I’m just going to hang out at the hotel until Karaoke.”

“What why?” She wants to know.

“It’s been a long day, I just need a break.”

“While you’re no fun.”

It’s announced that Mike is back and ready for you all, which saves you from responding.  They all talk about the day, and give you a hard time on the way back to the hotel.  As you get out, Kim reminds everyone of the plan.  Bri tells them you aren’t coming.

“Just make sure you are heading back to the convention for Karaoke by 8:30 then,” Adam tells you.

“Yeah, yeah, see you all later.”

Before heading back to your room, you check out the fitness center, but nothing there seems to be what you are looking for to help relieve your stress.  Deciding to hit the pool for some laps instead, you go back to change into your suit. 

Back at the pool, you stretch then enter the water and begin swimming laps.  You keep going until your arms start to tire, then spend a few minutes carefully gliding through the water before getting out.  Grabbing a towel, you flop down in one of the lounge chairs.  Making sure your hands are dry, you pull your phone out of your bag to check the time.  It’s 6:45, you have plenty of time to grab some food somewhere and get ready for karaoke 

Up in your room you turn on the television for some background noise, and decide to order a sandwich from room service.  While waiting you hop in the shower, then relax until your dinner arrives. 

By 8:20 you are in the lobby waiting for your cab back to the convention center.  The door is locked so you hang out around the back entrance until someone else comes along.  Thankfully, your loud friends arrive ten minutes later, and some of the handlers come down and unlock the doors for you all. You can tell they had fun at dinner and the party continues on in the green room as Bri pours shots for everyone.  You’re tempted to drink the day away, but the sight of Victoria walking in stops you.  After today’s mess, you want to be able to remember tonight and fully function tomorrow in case she tries to pull anything else. 

Karaoke goes off without any problems.  You avoid your handler at all costs and try to focus on the fans and your friends around you. After the last song, another round of drinks are passed around backstage.  You drink slowly waiting for the announcement that Mike was there to take you back. As soon as you heard he was, you were one of the first downstairs ready to sleep this disastrous day away. 

Waking up Saturday morning, you had a game plan in mind.  If you stayed in the green room area all day, no one could give you any shit about screwing anything up. 

When your alarm went off Saturday morning, you didn’t delay getting out of bed.  Quickly going through your morning routine, and then packing up all of your things.  With a final look around the room you take your bags and head to the lobby determined to be down there before you even get the text that Mike has arrived.

Looking around you spot the Starbucks and decide to grab your own breakfast.  You aren’t taking any chances this morning.   Thankfully they still have some of your favorite pastries in stock.  Taking two, one for now and one for later, you also order a Frappuccino to help get you through another day with Victoria.  The text from Mike comes through as you walk away.  Heading toward his SUV, you take a deep breath to help prepare yourself for the day ahead.

Thank you for reading!!

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