#the singer hated the girl so she took her eye and virginity and threatens her to keep one of her eyes open bc she'll do it again -
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bluebellhairpin ¡ 3 days ago
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it's almost 2025 and people still don't understand 'girl with one eye'. the person singing is the predator not the girl. listen to the lyrics. PLEASE.
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drkcnry67 ¡ 4 years ago
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title: She’s my baby doll
pairing: John x reader
kink 2020: panty kink
share the love: oblivious sexual tension
rating: 18+
tags: NOT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. THIS STORY WILL GIVE YOU THE WORST POSSIBLE NIGHTMARES! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!! vaginal fingering, sniffing of fresh used panties, clueless female doesnt know she is turning on a sexually frustrated male, vaginal penetration, shower sex, losing virginity
summery: none
TAGGING @sweetness47​
created for: @thisismysecrethappyplace​  @spnkinkbingo​
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both your parents had been training you to be a hunter, one stormy night they had brought you with them on a hunt, but told you to wait in the car while they quickly when in for the kill.
they left you both with a phone and an emergency number, your god father Bobby Singer. should they not come out of the hunt you were to call bobby and not trust anyone else for the first while.
sitting in the car you were unaware that someone else had gone into the same place your parents were in. a few moments later the sound of voices alert you to someone approaching your vehicle.
you pull out your hand gun and ready it. doing exactly like your parents taught you. you leave the door open a tad and the windows kinda down. then you spring from the car as you aim your hand held at three gentlemen who appear to be human.
YN: who are you? where are my parents? what did you do to them?
John steps in between you and the boys.
John: easy sweetheart, my name is John winchester, your father with his final breath told us to find you and bring you to Bobby Singer, who happens to be a good friend of mine. your parents fought admirably but were severely wounded in the battle. your mother was dead in seconds. but your father survived long enough to tell us about you, where to find you, and where to bring you. You are safe with us no one is gonna harm you. Dean, sam go get the equipment to the car, bring it here, I will help YN get to the car.
both Sam and Dean rush off, you are left with John. you continue to hold your handheld aimed at him for a few more seconds before your legs buckle from beneath you.
dropping your handheld you fall to your knees, tears streaming from your eyes. John helps you up and cradles you in his arms as you continue to cry.
Sam and Dean pull up with the impala. Dean gets out of the car as John stares at Dean.
Dean: what are your orders sir?
John: take YN and sit with her in the back seat and boy get your head out of the gutter, this girl just lost her parents.
YN: wait we need to give them a proper funeral first. then you all can treat me like a fragile china doll.
John sends sam to build the pyre’s, Dean and John go to collect the bodies. one body per pyre, a white sheet wrapped around each body, then doused in oil as you sang one final song for your parents.
John and the boys just stood there as you sang a song you often heard your mother sing when she was at hunter funerals. she told you that it was a burial song that she had heard while in greece on a trip once.
you figured it was only right to sing it in her memory. once that was done you felt no strength the physically walk, John offered to carry you, you graciously accepted.
about halfway to the car, you had passed out from exhaustion. John had Dean sit in the back seat as John gently placed you in the back resting your head in Dean’s lap.
the entire ride back to bobby’s John kept stealing silent longing glances at you, but then he realized that a girl like you would never go for a guy like him. but perhaps that was just speculation, john’s mind swirled with the fark thoughts as his mind came up with a plan, something so genius so full proof, it was bound to work.
pulling into Bobby’s lot several hours later bobby and rumsfeld greeted everyone at the driveway. John carried you in his arms, not displaying anything except the remorse he felt for you.
you were laid down in your room, Bobby goes to the kitchen and pulls out a beer for John who cant sleep. Dean and Sam however pass out on the couch as they are completely exhausted.
John: they didnt make it, they died in the fight. YN was in their car scared out of her mind when we got to her. Bobby she had her gun tranked on me and the boys. she thought we did somethng to her parents. this girl, how..
Bobby: im her god father, her parents were some of my best friends they got married right here on this property. then they found out they were expecting a baby and they couldnt have been happier. they sat me down in this very kitchen one day and asked me to be the god father of their child. i accepted. YN has gret potential to be an amazing huntress. for she has both the blood of a hunter and the blood of a witch. she is exactly like her mother.
John’s eyes went wide with shock.
John: wait what… she is half human, half witch?
Bobby could only nodd his head as he raised his beer to the ceiling and spoke.
Bobby: well Niella, heres hoping that you and trevor are standing at the pearly gates now. rest in peace my friends. i promise i will look after your girl.
he took a long swig before looking at John.
Bobby: boy get your ass to bed, get some sleep. you idjit. get. i can watch the lines for a while. it wont kill you to get some sleep. now get goin before i kick your ass.
John: your right, i should get some sleep but it would be nice to know that she is okay first.
Bobby could see something going on in Johns features when he spoke about you.
Bobby: what are you thinking bout?
John: Bobby I know I kept saying I might never find anyone to love after what happened with Mary but I honestly think I’ve found a spark in that girl laying upstairs sleeping.
Bobby looked at his best friend and got up to give him a pat on the shoulder.
Bobby: give her some time she will come around. She needs to adjust to life now that she has lost her parents. Just don’t push her right now, John. Give her time to heal.
John: ya I suppose your right buddy, you always are. Now I’m gonna go get some sleep. Let me know if you find any cases.
John made his way to the other bedroom upstairs, though as much as he wanted to make a move to tell you about the spark he felt, he knew Bobby was right you needed time to heal.
He was willing to wait, however long it would take. You woke up about early afternoon, you went into your bathroom and just stood there in the hot water, mulling over the events of night passed.
You realized that they were really gone. John woke up about the same time, John went into your room to make sure you were okay. When he didn’t see you and he heard the shower running he knew that he had a chance.
He went to what he presumed to be your dirty laundry pile and picked up a pair of your used panties from the top of the pile. As John held those still warm panties in his hands he stood in wonder of the wet secrets you held. What dreams and thoughts kept you up at night.
john stuck the panties in his pocket, he knew what he planned to do with it later. and by later he means like in a few moments when he arrives back in his own room. for now he would let you be.
you get out of the shower and head off to find something to wear. something that would help you to remain comfortable at the same time hunt ready just in case. you got dressed and braided your hair.
YN (to self in the mirror): i shall strive to survive however long that may be, i shall hunt, i shall kill those who threaten the good, pure and innocent. i shall strive to have everything my parents ever wanted for me. for i am their daughter, their soul heir, i only hope to be as good a huntress as they could ever have hoped me to be.
you emerged from your bedroom, you heard voices from downstairs. you figured that whoever was down there must have been frieds of bobby’s.
You walked unto the kitchen, Bobby spotted you and came up to you pulling you into a hug. the other 2 people in the kitchen just looked at you and Bobby not sure what to say or how to react. 
Bobby pulled back after a few seconds and spun you round.
Bobby: my god YN you have grown into such a wonderful young woman, with the beauty of your mother and the strength as well as courage of your father. 
YN: i cant believe they are gone. i hate this feeling of we are in such danger. yet something else is about to… who are our guests?
Bobby: these are the people who brought you here last night. This is Sam and Dean Winchester, their father John is upstairs sleeping. Or at least he should be. That stubborn idjit never listens. Would you do us the honor of making breakfast YN, I’m just briefing these boys on a nearby poltergeist.
YN: let me see what I can do about feeding you boys.
You started humming, speaking in a sing song voice words not in English but something foreign. You just thought it was one of the celtic mix songs you were singing.
Meanwhile Dean, Sam and Bobby listen to what you are singing.
Sam: that doesn’t sound english
Dean: Bobby do you know what she is saying?
Bobby: it’s a witches blessing, but she doesn’t know that
Sam and Dean both looked at Bobby in shock.
Sam: where did she learn that?
Bobby: her mother was half witch half human, YN got the same gene as her mother. When a witch has a child their power is passed onto their first born when they die. Niella is gone, it’s only a matter of time before YN comes into her mother’s and her own power.
bobby was just thankful that you hadnt heard that, he knew if you did you would resent what you are. cause thats what you were taught. 
Dean: so is she single.
Bobby slapped Dean upside the head
Bobby: she has a potential caller in that department, he is just waiting for the right moment when she isnt in mourning. now, not a word of any of this to her or i will have you both sleeping outside in rumsfeld’s dog house. 
You come into the dining room, carrying 3 plates for the 3 men sitting in that room. you place a plate in front of each gentleman. getting thanked by each one you move to do the rest of the filing and organizing for Bobby. you decided that you would just keep yourself as busy as possible. 
bobby and the boys finished eating, bobby then had Sam do the dishes while Dean went to speak with John. bobby then came to keep an eye on you. 
YN: i can feel you hovering. 
Bobby: i am only concerned, you lost your parents. you need to take time to mourn, you need to heal. 
YN: i will take time to do that when i dont have chores to do.
bobby: you have no chores that have to be done right now. just take rumsfeld, go for a stroll in the woods. take the time to process and grieve, when you get back we will discuss what an amazing job your doing on the organizing as well as the grocery list.  
You put down the papers and books your holding and you grab rumfelds leash, leading him out the door. Both of you strolling down the path into the woods.  
You get to a clearing, you take rumfelds leash off you knew he wouldn’t go too far, he was always partial to you.
You found a stream, rumsfeld lay down beside it just basking in the sunlight, you took off your sandals and dipped your toes in the stream. That’s when you felt a tear fall off your cheeks.
Meanwhile back at the house, Dean and John come downstairs as Sam finishes the dishes. 
 John: what’s the good word? 
 Bobby:I sent YN out to talk rumsfeld for a walk, she needed to be alone right now. As well as Sam did dishes, the boys are gonna go take care of a poltergeist just 10 miles east of here, and I’m gonna go later and get the groceries. You have time to work on whatever vehicle you want John. ive got some new ones coming in today. if you want to do that for me lighten the load a bit for me that would be helpful. YN will just be in here organizing and doing several things for me. building some shelves and stands. she will just be keeping busy, rumsfeld will be with her.
John: leave me the list of whats wrong with the cars, ill get them done. do not forget to put bacon on the shopping list. and we need more toilet paper. the stock is running low. as well as easy to transport meals for those emergency hunting trips. 
bobby: Dean, Sam time for you boys to head out. i have written down the address for you boys. please for the love of everything, you idjits be careful. and good luck. 
Sam and Dean take off in the impala. they both knew that it was it wouldnt be wise to disobey Bobby especially when John was there. 
John helped Bobby create a shopping list. But the entire time that John was helping Bobby, his mind was on you on all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. 
Bobby waited till you would return almost 2 hours later, rumsfeld came bounding into the house. You stood outside and stared at the forest where you yelled screamed and cried. Bobby embraced you upon your arrival inside the house. 
Bobby: I’m gonna go do a run into town as well as follow up on a case. You two gonna be okay here by yourselves. 
YN: we will be fine. Thank you Bobby. I feel alot better after that walk with rumsfeld but right now we have a mess to organize and shelves to build. Right rumsfeld. 
Rumsfeld just looked at you and accepted the ear scratches that you gave him. Before both of you disappeared into the living room. Bobby and John now spoke quietly so as not for you to hear.
 Bobby: do what you will John but don’t force her to do anything she isn’t ready for. 
John: Bobby I gave you my word alright I’m not gonna force her into anything. Trust me. 
Bobby: don’t give me any reason, not to trust you John. I’m going grocery shopping now. The list is on the table of the cars that should start coming in anytime now. One of them is her parents car. All the bags and things in it as well. Don’t touch it just wait on that till I return. I want to show it to YN. Allow her the chance to go through her parents things. 
John: I will be on my best behavior now go get those groceries. Take your time and bring back lots of alcohol I’m sure it will go to good use. 
Bobby: alright don’t forget to call me if u need anything else. 
Bobby walks out to his car and takes off down the driveway as John watches him turn away from the house. John watches you from a distance, waiting for his right moment to strike. 
He goes out to check in a few cars and start working on a few things, setting stuff up basically and then he walks in and sneaks up behind you covering your mouth as his hands roam your body. 
John: listen up and listen good, you are driving me crazy. The way you walk in these short shorts, has be rock hard. So I am not gonna penetrate you right now, instead I’m gonna say this. You are gonna use your hands to remove your shorts, then you are gonna spread your legs and let me feel that pussy of yours. Do it now slowly and then we will have some fun.
you did as told, you were shaking but that was to be your undoing. for as soon as you had your shorts and panties down far enough he forcefully spread your legs and ran his finger over your pussy. it was wet and very very tender. 
YN: no John what are you doing?
John: im relieving some of my tension. you have had me sexually frustrated since last night when i laid you on the bed. then this morning while you were in the shower, i stole a pair of your fresh used panties off the top of the pile. we will relieve the rest of my tension again at a later date, but for now i just want a small taste of what im gonna have to play with. now dont move and keep your legs spread, also pull your feet out of your shorts and panties. ill be taking this pair of warm fresh panties from you as well. 
john stuff them in his jeans, you then feel his finger against your clit, it kinda tingled but mostly it made you scream. This only made him go faster, pumping his fingers in and out. Then he removed the 2 fingers he had in your pussy, he spread your folds and began to bury his face in your pussy. His tongue severely licking your clit.
YN: John stop please we dont know when everyone is getting back... 
John: that is the second outburst from you. let me put you over my shoulder, we are going to test the water pressure... 
you struggle as John lifts you over his shoulder carrying you upstairs to your shower. he turns on the water before using his free hand to take off his pants. he then gets into the shower still holding you, he spreads your legs and feels the hot water on his hard cock. 
letting it lather up a bit before dropping you on his hard cock. you let out a strong scream, John tore your shirt and bra, he continued to pound you into the walk for a number of minutes. blood running down the drain from your pussy as John pounds you. 
John: cum for me YN. then i shall let you bathe Rumsfeld as well... gives a cover story as to why your all wet. 
John unleashes 5 more minutes of rough pounding before he unleashed a huge load of cum inside you. 
he sets you down under the water before he gets out drys off and puts his pants back on keeping your panties in his jeans. he leaves you alone with Rumsfeld. who jumps right into the bathtub. you wash your self off and then you wash rumsfeld. 
you cry while you do but rumsfeld just licks your face and makes you smile. rumsfeld didnt leave your side at all after the bath, he waited rolling round in the towel you gave him drying himself off as you put on something comfortable. 
you went back downstairs and didnt see John, you cleaned stuff up and made your way over to finish organizing. before you would ever settle down to watch a movie, just snuggling with Rumsfeld. 
you were taking a nap on the floor with rumsfeld when Bobby and John walked in carrying the groceries. the organizing was almost done but the events of but a few hours ago had taken alot out of you. 
neither John nor you spoke of what happened, neither of you worried about the future, cause it was intertwined from the beginning and that is another tale for another time.
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camillemontespan ¡ 5 years ago
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oblivion [raleigh carrera] [part one: rabbit hole]
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I have no idea if I will continue this as I have so many series going on but I was hit by inspiration after I posted the teaser to this a few months ago. I’ve continued on from the teaser and written a first chapter. 
Warnings: Discussion of drugs. 
Taggin’ those who might like this and taggin’ those in my permalist (I’m not cheating on Drake!)
@pug-bitch @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @star-spangled-eyes @emichelle @ibldw-main @burnsoslow @katedrakeohd @jovialyouthmusic @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @sirbeepsalot @dcbbw @moonlightgem7 @mskaneko @notoriouscs @gardeningourmet @pedudley @drakesensworld  @emomoustache
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Raleigh looked up, his vision blurred. All he could see in front of him was the blurry lights of Vegas through the windows and the dancing figures of models clad in their underwear. They were dancing to his latest single; a single which Raleigh felt was shit.
His music had been shit lately. He knew it, the label knew it, the fans knew it but for some reason, everyone still wanted a piece of him. Everyone wanted a piece of Raleigh Carrera and they wouldn’t stop until they were through with him.
Raleigh was exhausted.
He had been holed up in this Vegas suite for three weeks now. He passed the time by drinking and hiring girls; anything to keep himself from thinking about her.
Marina Cortez.
Even her name was beautiful.
They had been in a fake relationship for publicity and the media had lapped it up. The Bad Boy of pop with the new American Dream.
Raleigh had shown her the underworld of New York, he had shown her the hidden nooks of Los Angeles. He had shown her a darker world, one filled with chaos and destruction, and she had loved it. She could have chosen to follow her mentor, Amery, and stay squeaky clean, a virginal figure with a chastity ring, preaching about love and peace. But she hadn’t wanted that. She had followed Raleigh into the dark.
Real feelings developed. Raleigh hadn’t meant for that to happen; he was always careful to keep girls at arms length. He knew he was bad for them.  But as they kissed in his bed and whispered their secrets, deep secrets which they promised to keep protected, Raleigh felt a stirring in his heart and he knew he was done for.
Marina was all dark hair and soulful brown eyes. Someone as beautiful as she was should have been protected. Raleigh hadn’t wanted to hurt her; but when she turned to him one night, over the white powder on the glass coffee table and her credit card in her hand, smiling like she had a delicious but disturbing secret, Raleigh knew he had to leave. He had to leave her to save her.
His phone buzzed with a notification. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and opened it. It was a news article from Hollywood Insider and the headline screamed: BREAKING: MARINA CORTEZ RUSHED TO HOSPITAL
Raleigh was on his feet in an instant. A blonde model slunk over to him, draping her arms around his neck, whispering, ‘Baby, where are you going?’ Raleigh pushed her away and stormed to the door, taking his leather jacket off the coat rack. He dialled his PA’s number.
‘Get me on the red eye to LA, now,’ he said shortly before hanging up.
He had been happy to just sink into oblivion; but this was different. He was not going to drag her under with him.
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Raleigh landed in Los Angeles and a private car picked him up on the tarmac to take him to the hospital. Through the dark windows, Raleigh looked out at the city of angels and tried to push down the dread in the pit of his stomach. 
The car drove down the highway and Raleigh had to avert his eyes when he saw the billboards with Marina emblazoned on them. The promotions for her new album were so far removed from the singer he once knew. She used to sing on stage with only her guitar - well, his guitar which he gave her as a gift- for company, the spotlight making her shine like an angel, and her voice which was like honey filled the arenas. That was all she needed to do. But a year later, the guitar was discarded and in its place was hardcore choreography, revealing costumes and autotune. 
She had been turned into a bubblegum pop diva; the singers she used to hate. 
The car slid through to the back entrance of the hospital and down an alley to a staff door. No paparazzi covered this area which was exactly what Raleigh wanted. He wanted to get into the building without any issue. Before the car could even come to a stop, he bolted out of the vehicle and burst through the staff door, the harsh lights of the staff corridor blinding him. 
He rushed down the corridor, ignoring nurses who told him he wasn’t supposed to be in here. He reached the reception area and ignored the gasps of surprise from the people in the waiting room.
‘Marina Cortez, where is she?’ he demanded. 
The receptionist blinked. ‘Uhh..I can’t give you that information, sir, it’s classified.’ 
‘Where the fuck is she?’ he hissed, slamming his hand on the reception desk, making her jump. He really didn’t want to pull the whole ‘do you know who I am’ dick move but he was tempted.
‘Sir, I’m sorry-’
‘I’m Raleigh fucking Carrera,’ he interrupted, already hating himself. ‘She’s my girlfriend. I need to know where she is otherwise I swear, I’m getting behind that desk, looking up your classified files and finding out that fucking room number myself. Where the hell is she?’
‘Fifth floor, room 763,’ the receptionist stammered. 
Raleigh bowed his head and placed his hands together to look like he was praying.  ‘Thank you,’ he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He turned on his heel and headed to the elevator, jabbing the button with his finger and wishing it would arrive sooner. 
When the doors opened, he bolted inside and began his descent up to the fifth floor. 
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Raleigh let out a strangled sob when he saw her asleep in the bed. Her dark hair was fanned across the pillow, like she was a princess waiting in her tower to be saved by the hero of the book. Her olive skin looked pale. 
He was about to move forward to take her hand but was stopped by a voice. 
‘Mr Carrerra.’
He turned to find a doctor standing behind him. ‘I hear you’ve been threatening my staff.’
Raleigh turned red and shuffled on his feet awkwardly. ‘I’m so sorry.’
The doctor sighed and took out a folder. He gestured for Raleigh to sit down. Raleigh obeyed and watched warily as the doctor sat opposite him and opened the folder. 
‘ I’m Dr Gregory,’ he said. ‘I understand she is your girlfriend.’
Raleigh bit his lip. Was his girlfriend. Was.
‘Do you know what happened to her?’ Dr Gregory asked.
Raleigh shook his head numbly. 
‘She was found lying underwater in the bath,’ the doctor told him seriously. ‘She had taken drugs and was found by her publicist.'
Raleigh clenched his fists and dug his nails into his skin. He didn’t want to cry. He couldn’t. ‘How long was she underwater?’ he croaked.
‘A couple of minutes,' the doctor answered. 'Any longer and she wouldn't still be here.'
Raleigh closed his eyes. He couldn't imagine a world without Marina. His world without her right now was already dark and bleek. He thought back to past memories with her. 
The night they made out on the hood of his car, her body on top of his, his hands placed on her ass which was clad in tiny denim shorts. 
The lazy Sunday they had when they just stayed in bed all day watching Brooklyn 99, eating pizza and snuggled into each other. 
The time they were in New York at the Met and Raleigh saw a rope prohibiting entrance to a secret room. He ignored the rules and took Marina with him; they snuck into the room, giggling as they went, before their mouths crashed together in a heated and desperate moment. 
The night she whispered that she loved him and he whispered it back. 
So many memories that he had cast to the back of his mind in his bid to try and get over her.  
He wished he hadn’t done that. He had abandoned her right when she needed him. Why had he been such an asshole? Such a selfish asshole. 
‘When can she be discharged?’ he asked quietly, looking at the floor. 
‘I’d like to keep her overnight,’ the doctor told him. ‘Then we can discuss next steps.’
Raleigh’s head shot up. ‘Next steps?’
‘Yes,’ the doctor said. ‘She will need to go to rehab. Although from her past two failed attempts, I don’t know how successful this will be-’
‘She can stay with me,’ Raleigh interrupted. ‘I can help her get clean. I know how to do it because I’ve done it myself. Please. Just let me look after her-’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ a sharp voice said from the door. Raleigh looked up to see Marina’s publicist, Fiona, standing at the threshold. He stood up quickly, feeling himself shrink at the pure hatred in her eyes. 
‘Fiona, I-’
Fiona held up a hand. ‘No, Raleigh. She will go to a rehabilitation centre where there are qualified professionals and proper treatments-’
‘Which haven’t worked!’ Raleigh burst out. ‘Whatever they do to her in there doesn’t work!’
‘What makes you think you can help?’ Fiona spat. ‘Or actually, a better question: what makes you think you are allowed to help?’
The doctor cleared his throat. ‘I’ll leave you two alone.’ He stood up and left the room. 
Raleigh tried to find words. ‘Fiona-’
‘No,’ she interrupted. ‘This ends now. You led that poor girl down the rabbit hole and abandoned her when she needed you most. I have seen her worst days since you left; she has been crying, losing her temper at the slightest thing and staying in bed for days on end. The only time she would get up was to snort a new line.’
Raleigh closed his eyes, wishing she would stop talking, but Fiona bulldozed on. 
‘She showed up at the recording studio bleary eyed and would take frequent ‘bathroom breaks’. She had no one but me and I tried, Raleigh, I really tried. I tried to get her out of bed and into a shower. I would hold her as she cried her eyes out. I.. I threw her drugs in the trash.’
Raleigh sighed. He didn’t want to tell Fiona that you never put an addicts drugs in the trash. It was the equivalent of throwing away their medicine; he knew because he had been that addict before. 
‘Has Avery talked to her?’ he asked, hating the name on his lips. But he had to know. Avery was the one person who had always tried his hardest to keep Marina on the straight and narrow and encourage her to be the artist she was. 
‘Avery isn’t allowed to see her,’ Fiona told him, her voice calmer now. ‘His label won’t let him. Apparently, being seen with Marina Cortez is now career suicide. They don’t want to tarnish his good boy image.’ Fiona spat these words, clearly angry at the injustice of the situation. 
‘Micah?’
‘Micah is away touring,’ Fiona replied. 
‘Shane then.’ Shane was Marina’s childhood friend who stuck with her through thick and thin. 
‘He left her,’ Fiona whispered. ‘She pushed him too far and he lost his patience. Said he didn’t want to be around her anymore.’ 
Raleigh bit his lip. ‘If I’d known-’
‘You’d have raced to be with her?’ Fiona asked harshly. ‘You’d have become the knight in shining armour and saved her? Oh please.’
‘I didn’t realise how alone she was!’ Raleigh shouted, his temper flaring. ‘I didn’t know everyone had abandoned her! I thought she at least had Shane.’
Fiona slumped down on a chair and held her head in her hands. ‘You were wrong. She’s become a different person. All she wants is the next high and when she’s sober, she is quiet and uninterested. She won’t talk to me anymore. She shut people out who actually care about her and instead, she hangs out with freeloaders. You realise that when she goes out for drinks with those ‘friends’, she is the one who is left to pick up the $500 bar tab, right?’ 
Raleigh looked across at Marina who was still sound asleep. He slowly stood up and crouched down so he could be at her level and he smoothed her hair with his hand. ‘Those people are bloodsuckers,’ he whispered. ‘I’m not like that.’
Fiona stood up. ‘You are telling yourself that you’re here because you’re a good person. That you want to see her better. But truth be told, you’re here because you feel guilty. You want to fix this so that you can heal the hole in your heart that you feel. You don’t care about her, not really. You just want to make yourself feel better by being the last person by her side.’
‘Fuck you, Fiona,’  Raleigh spat, standing up again to face her. ‘That’s not true!’
‘Yes it is!’ Fiona said, her voice rising again. ‘Tell me, what were you doing before you hopped on a plane to get here, like the dashing hero you are?’
Raleigh turned red. Fiona crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. ‘I thought so.’ 
‘I’m here now!’ he pleaded, his voice desperate. ‘I want to be there for her. I want to help her. Please, let me. I know you hate me, everyone hates me. But she was the one good thing I had in my life and I ruined it. I want to make amends and if that means taking her home and looking after her while she screams at me, I don’t care, I want to do it.’ 
Fiona sighed. ‘Raleigh.. will she even want to see you?’
Raleigh looked down at Marina. ‘I honestly don’t know.. but I hope she will give me the benefit of a doubt.’ 
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crazedlunatic ¡ 6 years ago
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Break Up Talk
“Daddy, I just don’t know if Logan is the one. We argue a lot. I want a relationship like yours and Daddy’s. You two are perfect. High school sweethearts, survived long distance, both have great careers and totally awesome children. You love each other so much.” Sophie sighed. “And you never argue.”
Blaine, who was grabbing something from the fridge, turned to look at Sophie and Kurt.
Kurt gave him a threatening look as a grin spread across Blaine’s face.
Were the kids finally old enough to know the truth?
“What do you count as surviving long distance?” Blaine asked sweetly.
“Blaine.” Kurt hissed.
“Well obviously you all worked through it and didn’t break up. You’re here today.” Sophie looked at him like he was stupid. “It’s, like, the perfect love story. Especially since most of my friend’s parents are divorced so I have nothing else to compare you to.”
“Don’t make me puke.” Zach, who was sitting on their kitchen island across from Sophie and eating Fruity Pebbles (yes, at 7:00 at night—he was Blaine’s offspring, after all), cringed.
“We did work through it.” Kurt said, giving Blaine a pointed look.
“Except for the nine months we were apart since you had ripped out my heart and put it through a Shred It truck.” Blaine scoffed.
Nick, who was sitting next to Zach, had been texting Ryan, looked up in shock.
Zach dropped his spoon, getting fruity pebbles down the front of his soccer jersey. “Shit…aki mushrooms.”
“Sure.” Sophie rolled her eyes.
“Nope. He did. Then I threw an engagement ring at his head. That’s why I didn’t propose.” Blaine said cheerfully.
“You broke up with Daddy?” Sophie stared at Kurt.
“Okay. Let’s not take this one sided, alright? I didn’t apply a school several hours away and not tell him until, like, three months before I moved out.”
“Well… I can see why he would.” Nick said under his breath.
“What was that?” Zach asked sweetly---looking and sounding exactly how Blaine had minutes before.
“Okay. Let’s be real. Soph, they don’t argue around you because when you were little you told the headmaster that they beat each other and threatened to kill each other.” Nick said.
“I did not!”
“Yeah, you did. I had to miss the day when the insect man came. They thought I was crying because it was true but I really wanted to see the hissing roaches…. And the scorpion…. “ Zach frowned.
“Why did you have to miss… Oh God. They called you all down to the office?” Kurt looked horrified.
“Yes.” Nick and Zach groaned together.
“Excuse me. My life was just shattered. Let’s get back to this ripping out of hearts and throwing rings—which was rude, Daddy… and Daddy.” Sophie said.
“You really broke up with Dad?” Zach looked heartbroken.
Kurt took a deep breath and glared at Blaine.
“Okay.” Blaine sat on the island as well, making Sophie in the middle of he and Kurt. “He pulled it off life support but really it was both of our faults.”
“Thank you.” Kurt gave him a look. “We did separate for nine months but, honestly, we were pretty much back together without the title after three or four.”
“That’s true.” Blaine nodded. “We had really bad communication and I had a hard time expressing my feelings when something was bothering me…and I would overreact to things that upset me… and there were a lot of times I would go to David and Wes about stuff when I should have just talked it out with Kurt.”
“But what was the final push?” Nick asked.
“A wedding invitation.” Kurt said. “When he told me he was going to Harvard, I thought he was planning to propose… obviously I was upset… even more upset months later when he acted like a proposal wasn’t even in the near future when before he acted like it was a pretty big possibility… I brought it up after Finn’s wedding invitation came and…”
“Boom. Yelling, tears, more yelling, throwing of a ring I stupidly bought to save the relationship even though I wasn’t near ready to get married.” Blaine said. “I went to the airport but honestly ended up going home with David until the end of spring break.”
“We didn’t speak for weeks.” Kurt said. “I called and emailed.”
“I deleted the voicemails and the emails.” Blaine said.
“Did you listen to them? And read them?” Nick asked.
“Not at first… but after a month I went back and did.” Blaine admitted.
“You did?” Kurt looked surprised.
“Yes.” Blaine nodded.
“You never told me that.” Kurt gave Blaine a sad look.
“I can’t believe this.” Sophie sighed. “Did you two date other people? No. You have to be each other's only ones. Obviously you lost your virginity to each other.”
“Actually he tried to date a guy five years older than him for a discount at the Gap.” Kurt said. “That was before we were together. Then when we were separated, he brought a girl to a Dalton Warbler event. As a date.”
“I still think it’s funny Dad sang in an acapella choir.” Zach snickered.
“Baha. I know.” Nick agreed. “And Daddy in one that sang poppy songs. I don’t know why we were even surprised. Look at them.”
“I know!” Zach exclaimed. “Why didn’t we just assume?”
“I mean honestly I don’t know why anyone would want to be with the lead singer of an acapella glee club. Oh my God. I can’t believe Oprah mentioned that on the special.” Nick let his head fall against the island.
“Does he keep singing—”
“Yes. I have tried to get him to—”
“Me too. Ugh.”
Nick opened his mouth to speak.
“Yes. I definitely did too.”
“Good. As long as I’m not alone in being crazy.”
“Why do I feel like we’re missing a part of this conversation?” Kurt asked, looking annoyed. “I hate when they do this.”
“Alex’s twins do it too apparently.” Blaine shrugged.
“Okay. It’s time to shut up so our fathers can shatter what I believed their perfect relationship was.” Sophie slapped her hand on the island. “Not twin time. Family time. Remember how annoying it is to everyone else when you two do that?”
Zach made a face as Nick silently repeated her words.
“Bob was right. We should have given one of them up for adoption.” Blaine joked.
“Yeah. I mean, it would have had to be Nick since Zach is your carbon copy.”
“I already have a—”
“Identity crisis. We know.” Sophie groaned. “Get over it already.”
“Hey, wait.” Nick said. “There are pictures of you two together at Aunt Rachel and Uncle Finn’s wedding.”
“Oh my God.” Kurt’s eyes widened
“They were totally hooking up.” Nick told Zach.
“Uh, yeah. Obviously.” Zach nodded. “Since they got back together a couple of months later.”
“How would you know that?” Blaine asked.
“Because there’s a cute picture of you two kissing in front of the Christmas tree with Melody in it.” Nick shrugged.
“So can we hear about, you know, the happy ending?”
“Blaine surprised me on December 23rd by showing up. I had gotten an offer for paid sponsorship in California and—”
“You two got back together because you knew you couldn’t be apart. That’s why you stayed in New York.” Sophie let out a happy sigh.
“There was probably a lot of hanky panky after.” Nick said.
“Oh my God.”
“And then Bob moved Dad to New York forever sealing their fate and therefore our fates. Rest in peace, Bob.” Zach said.
“What?” Blaine’s eyes widened in horror. “I just saw him two hours ago.”
“Sorry. I guess I shouldn’t joke about that.” Zach cringed. “He’s not old enough to keel over yet.”
“Bob actually helped me propose.” Kurt said. “He sent Blaine to the library where I proposed at.”
“Bob’s my favorite.” Sophie said. “That’s such a pretty spot too.”
“Yes. The consensus is that Blaine and his offspring all love Bob.” Kurt laughed.
“Can we go back to the dad dating a girl?” Zach asked.
“No, let’s not. Thanks.” Nick said.
“I didn’t date her. I took her… on a date. But it was a dance date. That’s not a real date.” Blaine sputtered.
“She kissed you.”
“Well Derek tried to feel you up, so…”
“Quit running my happily ever after fairy tale!” Sophie exclaimed.
“Sweetie… look at him. Do you think that is a fairy tale? I mean he is my happily ever after but he’s not prince charming.”
“Oh, I knocked you off your feet on the Dalton steps. Get over yourself.” Blaine scoffed. “You looked like you’d just seen Prince Charming.”
“Well at that point you were Prince Charming. Then you got drunk and made out with Rachel and then went on several dates after, Blaine.”
“WHAT?!” Nick, Zach, and Sophie exclaimed together.
“Whoops. We weren’t telling them that, right?” Kurt smiled sweetly at Blaine. “I’m so sorry.”
“Did Finn know about this?” Zach asked.
“Does it matter? Uncle Finn was obviously the better pick since he won.” Nick snorted.
“Okay. I’m going to go and meet my fairy tale Sarah. I’ll be back by eleven.” Zach hopped up.
“No, wait!” Nick said. “Can we drop the bombshell? Can we Zach?”
“What bombshell?” Kurt looked between them.
“We know Quinn’s our mom.” Nick and Zach said together.
“WHAT?!” Kurt, Blaine, and Sophie asked at the same time.
“Ahhh, see you all later.” Zach waved and rushed out the back door.
“ZACHARY!”
“How did you—”
“Uh, because I look exactly like her?” Nick asked. “Her dad is super tall and I’m taller than you. Same color hair and same color eyes?”
“You don’t know who your birth mother is.” Blaine said confidently. “Quinn and my eyes are almost the same.”
“No. I do. Because I went up to her last summer at yours and Sophie’s birthday party and told her I knew she was my mom.” Nick nodded.
“She’s so pretty. Daddy, why didn’t you want to date her instead of Rachel?” Sophie asked. “Wait, does that mean she’s my mom too?”
“She’s not your mom!” Kurt exclaimed.  “You have two dads and you had a surrogate! Just like you are all three both of ours regardless of who the biological father is!”
“So technically you’ve both had sex with Quinn.” Nick said. “I mean sex makes baby and here we are. Well, two of the three.
Blaine had his face covered with his hands and Kurt was staring at the ceiling.
“We’ll just leave you two alone to ponder what wrong choices you made to end up with us three as children.” Nick chirped.
“Why would you bring up Rachel?!”
“Why would you bring up our break?!”
Kurt glared at Blaine.
“At least they didn’t find out about the time I got drunk and made out with Adrian.” Blaine cringed.
“You what?”
“I totally told you that.”
“Uh, you ‘totally’ didn’t.” Kurt gave him a look.
“Oh. Sorry… yeah, we got really drunk and made out once. Then we passed out and never mentioned it again.” Blaine said.
“Well… how was it?” Kurt asked curiously, not seeming upset. “I mean, he’s really hot. He was a professional model.”
“It was actually less exciting than kissing Rachel was. It just… isn’t there. Even drunk there was nothing there.” Blaine shrugged.
“It wasn’t even good?”
“Nope.” Blaine said, very honestly. “Literally like kissing the back of your hand or something. I’m pretty sure Adrian was hoping to get laid, though. After like two minutes he just sat up, said ‘I hate my life,’ took his tennis shoes off, and fell asleep on the edge of his bed still in his jeans. Kissing me was so traumatic he went to sleep.”
Kurt burst out into loud laughter.
“Hey, that’s not very nice.”
“Oh, there are a lot of worse things I could say.”
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ruinedthatfriendship ¡ 6 years ago
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Then You Loved Him
A/N: The file for this one was originally saved under the title ‘I don’t even know what the hell’ and I think that sums it up pretty well. In which Demi gets angsty, I take my anger out on Simon, and they both do something completely unrealistic! Full yikes, originally written in the end of 2014. 
Not for the first time, Demi wondered what in the hell she was doing here. Standing awkwardly to one side of the room, holding a virgin cocktail in her hand without actually drinking it, she shifted her weight from one high heel to the other, glancing around.
She still didn’t know whose brilliant idea it was to throw an X Factor reunion, and she didn’t know what she’d been thinking when she agreed to come. Well, yes she did.
She’d agreed to come because her girls would be here, because she genuinely wanted to see everyone again. And she’d been enjoying herself just fine until five minutes ago. She was different now than she had been then. She was stronger, confident, independent, and...still completely jealous of Simon Cowell’s girlfriend.
Demi had planned to bring Wilmer along originally, before the last dim sparks of their relationship finally fizzled out for good. And now she was alone, dressed beautifully in simple black with her hair brunette again and styled in loose curls, watching the only man she’d ever actually really loved with his arm around someone else. Fabulous night you’re having, she thought sarcastically, taking a sip of her drink. It was non-alcoholic of course; she was going strong in her sobriety and proud of it. But it was almost enough to make her wish for something stronger.
“Demi!”
She turned in relief at the familiar voice, opening her arms immediately for Jennel to run into them. The younger girl looked fabulous in a glittery little cocktail dress, her hair freshly styled and sporting a little bit of peekaboo color Demi certainly approved of.
“Oh my god, hi,” Demi breathed, hugging her tightly. “I’m so glad to see you here, I didn’t think you came!”
Jennel shrugged. “I got here late.”
Demi raised an eyebrow at something in her former singer’s voice. “Oh?”
And to her surprise, Jennel blushed, steering the conversation elsewhere. For the moment, Demi allowed the redirection, but made a mental note to come back to that topic. She needed to make sure everything was going well for her girl.
They spent a bit longer making small talk, Demi’s attention divided all the while and cursing herself for it. Simon had drifted over to stand in her sightline over Jennel’s shoulder, close enough that she could hear words from his conversation if she really listened. She felt a flash of annoyance at him, at herself, for letting him distract her and cut into her catch-up time with someone she cared about.
“Actually, Demi, I was meaning to ask you,” Jennel was saying awkwardly. Bubbly and bright as ever, but still kind of hesitant.  
Demi smiled encouragingly, forcibly tearing her eyeballs away from the back of Simon’s head and looking at the girl’s nervous face.
“How do you know if you’re in love?”
Demi blinked, taking in a quick breath and laughing a bit. “Well isn’t that a question,” she rolled her eyes, immediately reaching out to touch Jennel’s shoulder when the girl withdrew slightly. “No, I’m glad you asked me! I just… I’m thinking about how to answer.”
“Like, when did you know you were in love with Wilmer?” Jennel prompted, shrugging.
Demi winced. “Wilmer and I...are just friends now.”
“Oh.” Jennel glanced down, then ventured after a pause, “But you did love him?”
“I’ve been in love,” Demi replied simply. And he’s standing right over there. Damn it.
“How did you know?” Jennel anxiously blew a strand of hair out of her face. “How did you know it wasn’t just… a crush? Lust? You know what I mean.”
It was. And then it was everything. And then it broke my heart.
It wasn’t exactly the reply she wanted to craft, but the words had started falling out without her permission, heedless of the fact she should have taken notice of earlier. Being in earshot of Simon worked both ways.
“It’s love...when he changes everything. When he takes everything you thought you knew, about yourself, about love, and turns it upside down. And he makes you stupid and drives you so crazy but he also makes you better. Makes you want to be better.”
Demi took a deep breath, continuing. “He keeps you strong. Things are better when he’s around. You start wondering one day what he would think of this and that, and he never, ever really leaves your head again. He can ruin you for a good man--a good man--without even being around. And if one day you wake up and he’s gone, he was never really yours, and you still can’t hate him for it, you were in love. If he lied, if he cheated, if he just gave up and walked away, and you still can’t blame him for it. ‘Cause you can still remember being so close it was like two halves of the same whole, you can still remember the laughter and the inside jokes and the feel of his arms and you still turn around on the street every time you think you hear his voice. Every single time. If you gave him a piece of your heart, and if giving him up is like losing part of yourself, but some part of you still can’t help but want him to be happy, then...you loved him.”
Jennel reached out suddenly to touch her former mentor’s shoulder. “I’m really sorry, Demi,” she murmured. “I had no idea about you and Wilmer…”
Demi blinked at the odd response, noticing for the first time the dampness on her eyelashes, and realized she’d teared up talking. Hastily, she dabbed at her eyes and smiled brightly, not quite meeting Jennel’s gaze all the same.
A mistake. She should have looked directly at Jennel, she should have turned them around to face the other way ten minutes ago. She shouldn't have come to this stupid party. Because now she’d locked eyes with Simon over Jennel’s shoulder, and he was staring at her in something like undisguised shock with his glass threatening to fall out of his fingers. Lauren, beside him, had turned away.
“Excuse me,” Demi said faintly, setting her drink down on the nearest table. Jennel just watched her go, hurrying along as quickly as she could in her shoes and not letting herself stop, not letting herself feel anything, until she made it safely into the bathroom. She waited for the door to close, and then fell back against the wall, avoiding her own reflection in the mirror.
“Damn it,” she whispered thickly, fighting tears that were going to ruin her makeup. What the hell had she been thinking? She knew better by now than to bring all of that up again, but she’d gone and twisted the knife anyway. She could have still answered Jennel without turning all lovelorn and Shakespearean.
And she still had to go back out and face him. Or, somehow manage to avoid him and make her excuses. Demi knew better than that, though. Simon Cowell was almost never where he needed to be when she wanted him, but had a knack for being everywhere when she was trying to stay away.
She set her jaw and finally met her own eyes in the mirror, staring herself down with the cold resolve she’d learned in the years since their relationship. Come on, Demi. Stay strong. You can do this.
She splashed a bit of water onto her face carefully, avoiding smudging her makeup as best she could, and dried herself off neatly. Squaring her shoulders and briefly adjusting the bodice of her dress, she pushed open the bathroom door with slightly more force than was probably necessary.
A short line of distinctly British curses met her ears, and Demi jumped backward, grabbing the doorframe as her balance wobbled, shock flooding her features. “Oh my god, I’m sorry. I--” and then she remembered she was supposed to be angry, and in any case Simon probably deserved getting hit by a door at least once in his life. “What the hell are you doing?” she hissed, taking in the sight in front of her.
Simon huffed in irritation, the hand that was not currently covering one of his eyes taking her elbow and pushing her backward into the bathroom. “Wasn’t expecting that,” he finally said dryly.
Demi rolled her eyes. “Do you just hang around the other side of doors for fun? What kind of stupid do you have to be--oh, stop it, let me see.”
Anger tempered by her concern, Demi reached out to him, trying not to think too hard as she tugged his hand away from his face, surveying the damage. Nothing broken, but he was probably going to be sporting a small rainbow of new colors around his eye in a few days. In spite of herself, she winced, biting her lip as she finally met his gaze, half of which was red and reflexively tearing. “I’m sorry,” she sighed again, guilt coloring her voice.
Simon blew out his breath and turned away, leaning toward the mirror instead to see for himself. “Bloody hell, brat,” he complained, pouting to her in the reflection over his shoulder.
And in spite of herself, Demi’s lips twitched upwards at the old nickname. She shrugged, a spark of playfulness returning. “You were the one lurking on the wrong side of a door. To the women’s bathroom.”
“I was not lurking,”
“You so were!”
“No,” he returned, sounding so much like the times he’d pointed at her at the judges’ desk with that same teasing reprimand.
“What are you doing, Simon?” Demi finally sighed, leaning back on the wall again. She propped one of her heels up behind her, striking a pose that would probably make for a good photoshoot. She didn’t care in the slightest.
“Putting something cold--”
“Not your eye,” she cut him off. She didn’t have time for this. Not now, not tonight. “What do you think you’re doing? What’s your play this time?”
Simon turned away from the sink then to face her, water still running over his hands and an expression of hurt on his face. “I never played a game with you, Demi.”
She arched an eyebrow coldly. “You made a fool of me. You brutally hurt me and you never cared. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I was actually worth more than being your fucking side piece?” By the time she finished, she was shouting.
“I never wanted to hurt you. You were never...it was only ever you, Demi. And I never gave up on you.”
“That’s what everyone says. But you did hurt me, Simon. And it clearly wasn’t only me, since you have a son now.”
Simon almost flinched at that. “I didn’t know. How you felt.”
Demi threw her hands up. “Did you think I just said ‘I love you’ to hear myself talk? I mean, really, Simon, you are not that stupid.”
“Hearing and believing are not the same thing.”
At those words, her defiant posture slumped into one of sadness. “Simon…”
He shrugged, and she could tell he was trying to push his emotions away. “Look, Demi, you’re gorgeous. And full of life, and brilliant and clever and…” his voice took on a rather mocking quality. “I wasn’t going to be stupid enough to ever actually think we’d end up together. We were never going to...I wasn’t your happy ending, Demi.”
“That wasn’t for you to decide,” she whispered, shaking her head at him with sad eyes.
“Sleeping with Lauren was never supposed to happen,” he said bluntly. “But all the same I just wanted to protect you. Protect your career. Even from myself if I had to. And I let you go, and I never meant…. And Wilmer is a good man. You’re right. And you deserve to be happy, darling. I’m sorry.”
Demi stood frozen, staring in shock while Simon finished his little heartbreaking speech and turned, walking without another word toward the door. She was watching him leave. Again.
“Simon, wait!” the words were strangled by the lump in her throat, but he turned at her desperate plea anyway. She crossed the distance across the tile floor to him quickly, tears pooling in her eyes again. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered thickly. “But please don’t leave.” A sob escaped her throat, and at her noise of distress Simon immediately pulled her into his arms, heedless of the consequences.
“Shh, darling. We’ll figure this out, I promise you.”
It was a hollow promise. Eventually they would have to leave the bathroom, and return to the real world. And Lauren was still out there waiting and he still had a son and Jennel still probably thought she was crying over Wilmer and there was nothing left that they could figure out. That bleak thought broke something further in her chest, and she sobbed even harder on Simon’s chest, holding onto him and, for once, letting herself fall apart. “I can’t,” she choked out against the material of his suit jacket, feeling slightly hysterical. “I can’t, I don’t know how to do this anymore.”
“Demi, look at me.”
Something in the tone of his voice had her obeying, her face a tear streaked mess but attentive as she met his eyes, noting the look of steel in them.
“I can’t take back what happened. But you’re not alone anymore, you don’t have to do this anymore.”
“Lauren…”
“We’re not together.” Simon shook his head flatly. “We just show up together in public. It’s easier, the media circus isn’t worth it. I’m not in love with her, baby.”
Demi was fighting her way through the shaky breaths that followed an intense bout of crying, still holding onto the edges of his half-unbuttoned white dress shirt. “I won’t just do this again, Simon. I can’t go through this again. If I trust you… you have to earn it. Last chance.” she whispered.
“I know,” he hurried to reply. “It won’t be the same. I’m not going to hurt you again.” He paused, swallowing, and met her teary brown eyes, tightening his hold on her. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to choose you, Dem. No one else. Okay?”
Promises made in a bathroom at a party weren’t enough to seal a relationship. But she wanted to believe him. And something in his eyes told her he was telling the truth. And she knew if she didn’t give him that one final chance she’d offered, she’d spend the rest of her life wondering what might have been.
Demi sniffled, looking away from him, but whispered a soft, “Okay,” in the direction of her shoes. She felt his hand on her chin, gently tugging her face back up toward him. A soft smile was beginning to show on his face. “Okay?”
A little laugh escaped her at his insistence, some of her fire returning as she rolled her eyes. “Okay!” She pushed herself up slightly, leaning toward his lips and then pulling away again, her eyes widening in alarm while his narrowed in confusion.
“Demi?”
Demi covered her mouth with her hand, feeling rather mortified, trying to hold back laughter. In the heat of all of the emotion, she hadn’t really been focusing on his face. On either of their faces.
She’d been right, though, it was turning into a nasty black eye. “Oh my god, Si, we can’t go back out there like this!”
Her face looked like some caricature of edgy modern art, with lines of black eyeliner and pale foundation running across it in the tracks of her tears, her eyeshadow smeared to balloon out all around her eyes in messy metallic. Between the bruising across his face and the way she’d crumpled his shirt, Simon looked like he’d gotten the worst of it in a street fight.
He smirked at her, letting go of her hand and crossing the bathroom. “Come on then, brat.”
It was impulsive and stupid and one of those things she couldn’t really believe she was doing. But it was a hell of a fresh start for trusting Simon. And in the back of his car, barefoot and resting her head on his shoulder, maybe it was worth it.
Later that night, on his kitchen counter where she’d abandoned it, her phone buzzed. And in the morning, wearing nothing but his shirt and a smile while he set about making breakfast, she’d hold up the text for him and laugh.
Jennel Garcia: Enjoy the rest of your night haha. Let me know when you want these back. And tell Simon I saw that fight with the door
Beneath it, she’d included a photo; Demi’s high heeled shoes abandoned on the tile of the bathroom floor, and the still-open window above them, showing off the night sky.
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fashiontrendin-blog ¡ 6 years ago
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33 People Share Their Most Memorable One-Night Stands
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33 People Share Their Most Memorable One-Night Stands
You know those special summer evenings out with friends where you all stay out a little later than you originally intended, and maybe order one more round of Aperol Spritzes and hummus with pita bread for the table than you thought you would, and all of a sudden everyone is feeling warm and loose and in the mood to faux-whisper the tales of their most thrilling (or embarrassing or weird or funny) romantic encounters?
That’s what it feels like to read the below round-up of quotes from a whole bunch of people who generously recounted the stories of their most memorable one-night stands to Man Repeller. Scroll down to soak them up like that last bite of olive oil-drenched pita. Prepare to laugh, cringe and empathize — and add your own in the comment section if you have one.
“A couple of years ago I went on a family vacation to Cabo, had a three-day romance with a local volunteer firefighter and ended it by hooking up in a fire truck on the last night. I’ll never look at a fire truck the same.”
Peach, 25
“I was 21 and didn’t want to be a virgin anymore so I went on Tinder and had my first and only one night stand. It was great.”
Rosa, 24
“It was 2002. I heard some friends talking about how one of the New York Mets just left the bar, so in my slightly inebriated state, I decided to go see if he was cute. He had just hailed a cab and was about to get in. I said, ‘Leaving already?’ and he said, ‘Should I?’ We hung out at the bar together for an hour or so, then went back to my place. He had an amazing body and it was the perfect first one night stand.”
Nicole, 38
“When we got back to my place, he took off his jeans to reveal boxers that looked like tiny denim hotpants. I was slightly shocked but went with it anyway.”
Annie, 26
“Danish cornfields, a boy named Mathias, 12 beers apiece, up all night at a communal living compound. Unabashed sexy times within earshot of LOTS of disgruntled Scandinavians. Oh — and there was a sauna.”
Hannah, 25
“I was at a friend’s birthday party, and while happy to be there celebrating my friend, I was not having a great time. Everyone at the party was dancing to EDM music. I hate dancing. While outside trying to avoid the dance floor, I struck up conversation with a very handsome guy and we immediately hit it off. He laughed when I told him about my disdain for dancing and swore he’d get me to dance eventually. Later when the party died down, he walked me home. We stopped at a park near my apartment and he pulled out his phone. I thought he was going to take a photo, but nope, he put on “Dancing in the Moonlight” by Toploader. He grabbed my hand and taught me to dance (real rom-com stuff… think spinning me around and dipping me backwards) in the park, in the moonlight. We only made out a little bit, and I still hate dancing, but it definitely made for a good story and a memorable ‘one-night stand.’”
Emma, 19
“I was 17 and it was New Year’s Eve. We smoked weed in his bed until everything became funny. Someone had spilled gummy bears on his comforter, and we kept feeding each other and cracking up. Feeding quickly turned to making out. Driving home the next morning, I kept finding gummy bears that were stuck to my arms and neck.”
Hallie, 25
“It was 2013 and I was trekking the previously unexplored Shilheipung Hills in Manipur, India with a guy. We went up with nothing but a makeshift axe, a rope and water. We reached the top by sundown after a lot of sweat, dirt, him dragging me, carrying me on his back, etc. But the kiss we shared was beautiful and so was everything else that followed. He left to work for the Navy some days later. To this day, we meet up once or twice every year for really good one-night stands, no strings attached.”
Eve, 23
“I forgot my shoes at the guy’s place and walked in socks through the streets of London at 6 a.m.”
Phillipa, 20
“I French-kissed with a total stranger in Budapest at the Széchenyi Chain Bridge, a suspension bridge that spans the River Danube between Buda and Pest and watched the sunrise. I later ditched him after he proposed to have sex behind a motorcycle.”
Louise, 21
“I had just ended a 10-year relationship and I was ready to have my first one-night stand at my best friend’s wedding. I met a guy that night, brought him home and a year later we were married. Now we’re at six years and counting!”
Cristine, 34
“I lost my virginity in high school during a one-night stand (I wanted it that way). The next day in school we had to read the balcony scene in Romeo and Juliet together in front of the whole class. I wanted to faint.”
Mel, 24
“I was in college and it was a pajama party, so naturally I was wearing a onesie with ducks all over it. This guy I thought was so hot started talking to me and we hit it off. He took me to the roof where we gazed at the stars together and drank Natty Lights. He was a great kisser and it was amazing sex, but we never talked again after that. Honestly I mostly am just proud that I successfully picked up a guy wearing duck onesie pajamas.”
Anne, 23
“I was 18 and had just moved to San Francisco. I was just beginning my medical transition. I was feeling lonely, so I met up with a guy who had been messaging me on a dating app. It was a bit awkward. We tried finding food both of us could eat. For me, vegan, and him, gluten-free. We ended up settling on a burger place. We started talking and I could feel an attraction. I was really into him. We went back to his place for some honestly mediocre sex haha. I asked after if there was a place nearby to grab a coffee and he offered to make me one. We sat and snuggled for a bit and decided go try to find fireworks (it was the Fourth of July). We ended up in Dolores park. We sat down and ended up kissing and cuddling, hardly able to wait to get back to his place again.
This experience meant a lot for me at a time of my life where I thought being trans meant I would have to sacrifice true romantic encounters and simply cope with being fetishized and reduced to my trans identity. It also showed me that there were men who would walk down the street with me, holding my hand, somewhat unaffected by the toxic masculinity that can be fatal for us trans folk. It shaped my expectations for how I wanted to be treated by men and gave me hope that I will actually be able to find someone who respects me and my identity eventually.”
Tommy, 19
“When I was 19, I had sex with this Australian rugby player on the bathroom sink/basement couch of an NYC hostel. His name was James. He would ask, ‘Do you like this/do you want to do this?” before trying anything, which was totally not the consent-norm of the time, and which my young feminist self found very sexy. We had to keep going up to the hostel front desk for condoms in what was likely the most conspicuous manner. I have thought of the night fondly ever since.”
Britt, 29
“He tried to give me a fish from his fish tank.”
Emma, 20
“I saw this guy at a bar who was cute, alone and seemed non-threatening, so I approached. I asked him why he looked so lonely, which prompted a laugh. We drank, danced, laughed, and made out with each other through the rest of the night. I went home with him and we had great sex. A week later I found out I had chlamydia (most likely from him). When I told him, he was surprisingly relaxed — we both went to the doctor and we were both prescribed meds. After our doctor business, he asked me to come over and watch some Netflix with him, and we genuinely bonded over our temporary STD. We hit it off. It’s been nearly three years now and we’re still seeing each other. He’s one of my best friends.”
Emily, 22
“I met a stranger in a bookstore in Rome and went back to his place where he bent me over a rooftop balcony overlooking the Coliseum and fucked my brains out.”
Muzunga, 41
“We met on Instagram. When I visited LA, we kept trying to meet up, but it wasn’t working out, so I wrote it off. But then she called me after her shift ended at 10 p.m. We met up at a bar lined with wooden planks à la a ship from 1900s; it was filled with rainbow Christmas lights and locals, the scent of the close-by Santa Monica Pier strong. When she walked in, I noticed that her eyes were yellow. Two Pacificos with lime later, we took a cab to another bar, our shoulders close to, but not touching — in the way they do when two people are interested, but unsure. We picked songs from the juke box while she touched my back. I leaned forward off of my stool and kissed her while John Martyn sang into an empty Venice bar. We made our way to her house, a classic bungalow like the ones in Eve Babitz’s books; spent 15 drunk minutes on the floor of her living room trying to calm her dog from this 2 a.m. intruder. I don’t remember how we got to her room. How I got undressed. If my bra stayed on. Hers did not. She called me ‘baby’ while we had passionate, overdue sex. Afterwards, her dog slept between our legs. Two hours later, I called a car from her bed, watching through hungover eyelids as her chest rose and fell. I took the car to the airport and flew home to Utah.”
Ruby, 26
“He was the lead singer in a college band. I had a very serious boyfriend at the time who was 1,500 miles away. I went to the see the band and he sang most of his songs directly to me. Afterwards, he invited me for drinks and we went back to his place. We had sex for seven hours and watched the sun come up. Before I left I licked him from his ankle to his neck as my goodbye. I gave him a fake number. It was the only time I have ever cheated. It was worth it.”
Maria, 38
“It was in Israel when I was visiting the country with friends over winter break from college. I was staying in a hotel and went to a bar with my girls, where I met someone who was a soldier in the special forces unit. He was four years older (I was 18 at the time), and we ended up having sex in my hotel’s supply closet. I never saw him again, and I like it that way.”
Jackie, 19
“I was 19 and in Paris. I met a Parisian in a bar, who whisked me to his apartment on his Vespa. I spent the night and woke up to an empty bed. He had gone to the bakery downstairs to get me warm pain au chocolat. It sounds fake but I swear this happened to me.”
Gabrielle, 22
“I was my friend’s maid of honor, and one of the groomsmen and I were the only two single people in the wedding party. We also had immediate chemistry. We flirted through the entire rehearsal dinner and then were inseparable at the wedding. We both got drunk. He helped me take one million bobby pins out of my hair. We hooked up in his hotel room. I dipped out early in the morning and we’ve literally never spoken again. I still have the bobby pins, though.”
Ellen, 27
“Philadelphia. Tiny Airbnb. Pizza first, then the hookup. Sex toys involved. Showered afterwards. What a night.”
Kelly, 22
“It was Halloween and I was dressed as Björk (the swan dress). I went home with a guy and it turns out it was his parents’ house. I didn’t have a change of clothes and we ended up eating breakfast together (me wearing the swan dress).”
Lily, 26
“I spent one night in Venice, visiting a cute Italian guy from my internship who spoke zero English. It got hot and heavy quickly, so I wanted to refresh myself with a glass of juice. I didn’t know how to ask for juice so I said ‘limone,’ thinking maybe I would get some lemonade. I did not. He brought me a full lemon, cut in half, and proceeded to squeeze lemon juice all over my body and lick it off. It felt AMAZING, but now I tell people my trip to Venice was ‘totally lemons.’”
June, 34
“I was working as a server and had spent the whole night flirting with a very handsome man 10 years my senior, who was visiting Toronto for the weekend. At the end of the night he asked me for a pack of matches. When I gave him the matches he told me he’d only take them if my number was written inside. He texted me that night to make plans. A few days later we met for a late afternoon drink and ended up hitting it off so well that he booked a 5-star hotel room for the night. We drank champagne in the bathtub, ate Chinese food naked on the patio and had some of the best sex of my life!”
Natalie, 26
“He smelled really nice and kept telling me how much he loved my body all night. When we were done we ordered late night take out and streamed Final Destination 2.”
Giselle, 20
“I had sex with a woman for the first time over Pride weekend after meeting her at a bar and I’m gay as fuck now!”
Julia, 24
“He was cute. But I woke up early and en route to the bathroom discovered that literally the only books on his bookshelf were the collected works of Dan Brown. I immediately left his apartment.”
Kara, 27
“We met at a California Tortilla where he helped me select a hot sauce from the hot sauce wall. After we slept together, we discovered his ex was hooking up with my ex.”
Neanor, 27
“I met her during the pregame, a friend of a friend. We talked about feminism. She had glitter spread over her freckles. As a fledgling queer, it was one of those, ‘do I want to date her or be her?’ conundrums. We danced together on and off throughout the night, but I couldn’t get a definitive read on it. At what point do you go from friendly to flirting?… ‘Want to get out of here?’ she giggled into my ear. We got our coats from the coat check, I checked in with the rest of my friends, and we made a hasty exit. She stumbled a bit on the stairs but didn’t fall. ‘Alright I’ll take you home,’ I joked. ‘No,’ she insisted, ‘I’m taking you home!’”
Fatima, 20
“He was great and super fun, until he whispered, ‘You taste like root vegetables, specifically carrots and turnips’ into my ear. I had to stop things right there because I couldn’t catch my breath from laughing so hard.”
Paige, 22
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