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herondaleholly31 · 5 years

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Love On The Weekend Chris Evans X Reader

overview: Whenever you can you and Chris spend a weekend together just the two of you. This weekend is different.

A/N Hey guys!! I’m currently in the middle of exams but I wanted to start writing some of the requests that was sent to me after my last post. Thank you so much for all your kind messages and follows after that post, it really means so much to me. I’m working through the list so I will try and upload as much as I can I promise. I hope you enjoy this one, make sure to keep sending me any requests!

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4:55. Five more minutes to go. You were impatient, and having already cleaned your desk three times in the past hour you were checking your emails one last time before you clocked out. Delete, delete, asos discount code saved, the rest thrown in spam. That’s it. All done. Only three more minutes.

“Y/N!”

Jack entered your office without knocking, an ominous stack of papers under his arm. “you’re still here, great. I need you to sort these files out before you go.” The stack fell with a thud onto your desk.

“I can’t,” you shook your head “I’m just about to head out.”

“Oh I’ve also put you on call duty this weekend,” Jack ignored you “so any plans you have cancel them.”

Your spine chilled “I can’t do this weekend. I cant I-“ you shook your head to try and stop your rising panic “I have to have this weekend off.”

“Tough luck. You’re going to want to keep you phone charged, I get a lot of emails.”

“No Jack-“

“Is there a problem?” He scowled.

The clock had struck five, he was going to be there any minute. “I can’t reschedule this plan my boyfriend’s job-“

“sweetheart can I be frank? I don’t give a shit,’ your bosses patient demeanour had gone and his normal irritation came through “I’ve got a golf game tomorrow and you were the last person to ask for time off. So you’re on this weekend.” He slammed his hand on top of the stack of papers and then turned to leave when suddenly a deafening sound came from outside. Shocked, Jack smacked his arm onto your computer, causing him to swear colourfully “WHAT IS THAT?” But you had already rushed to the window, your smile widening.

“He’s here.”

“WHO?”

You weren’t listening, grabbing your bag and throwing your coat over your arm “I’m going.”

“Is that for you?”

“Yes.” You turned once more, determination overruling your fear “Have a nice weekend Jack.” And with that, you flicked off the light switch and walked out the office. The honk was ringing down the corridor as you took the stairs two at a time before bursting out the door. A black range rover was sat in the middle of the carpark, and leaning against the bonnet was your boyfriend Chris. His eyes were covered with sunglasses but you knew his eye brows were raised in a teasing expression as he watched you stride over “are you always that dramatic when leaving work?”

“Only when my boss is being a dick.’ You reached him and cocked your head back so you could kiss him, both smiling against each other as the realisation that this moment had finally happened washed over. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Chris rested his forehead against yours and you breathed deeply, feeling the anger ebb away. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“I missed you too. I couldn’t get out of that place fast enough.”

‘I saw” Chris laughed. He pulled away to open the door next to him to reveal leather seats and your battered rucksack, bulging at the seams. “I packed everything on the list.”

“including the-“

“including my grey jumper for you to wear in the car.”

“thank youuuu,” clambering up into the seat you started to get changed, tights getting ripped and pony tails being loosened. Chris’s jumper had been washed one too many times, the fluffy interior bobbled and stretched to fit his physique; however you always wore it on these trips and had therefore become a running joke. “Where to this time?” You asked, popping your head over the collar to look over at Chris who was fiddling about with the Keys. He slid them in and a second later the car roared and shot out of the car park, the revs barking through the quiet. He didn’t answer until you had made it onto the highway.

“I’m going to keep it a surprise this time.”

“ooooo” you perked up “we haven’t done that for a while. Do I get a clue?”

“nope.”

“pleaseeeeee.”

Chris shook his head chuckling “you’ll like it I promise.” Still determined to know you sat up on your knees, leaning over the gear stick to kiss his cheek “not one hint?”

“No!” Chris laughed. You continued to ask, peppering the half of his face and neck with jokey kisses until his death went slightly ragged. “you’re going to make me crash.” He didn’t move away though, enjoying the way you bumped your nose against his cheekbone as the car steamed ahead. The car flew like a the air of you were on the run, Chris only realising when cramp started to form in his ankle from the clenching. You were so present to him in that moment his mind seems to have fogged over. Luckily You only kissed him a couple more times before sitting back, defeated. He was able to calm his pulse once again. “fine” You rolled your eyes teasingly “I guess I’ll trust you. Give me the aux cord.” You propped your bare feet up onto the dash board and plugged it into your phone and scrolled down until you found the playlist: Love on the weekend.

The weekend was something you and Chris had done for a long as you’d been dating. Although you lived in Boston near his family and spent stints in LA, work and business sometimes kept the pair of you apart for weeks if not months at a time. This had been difficult, until on a whim Chris had done what he would come to do every time; text you the night before that he was picking you up and that you two were going away together. That first time he’d taken you to a beach house where you’d spent the weekend getting a suntan and much needed alone time. That had been nearly two years ago and since the pair of you had taken trips all over the country, with nothing but a car and essentials. They had become your favourite tradition together.

The first song of the playlist started and Chris nodded his head in satisfaction “yessss!’ He pumped his foot on the gas and the car shot down the fast lane, leaving the traffic behind. The music swelled until the rough voice of Journey’s “Don’t stop believing” was blasting through the speakers, matched only by Chris’ rendition. He was tossing his head about and giving it his all, making you laugh so hard you felt the breath pound against your throat and your chest started to tense. The tipping point was when on the final high note your boyfriend’s voice cracked dramatically, to which you had to dig your hands in-between your clenched thighs to stop you from peeing. God it was so good to laugh like this again.

The speakers continued to blast out classics, raging from Kanye West to Disney to Prince until both your voices were frayed and your chests ached from laughing. At one point there was no sound from either of you except for wheezing and knee slapping. You were like children, bubbling with energy and excitement as the feeling of each other there made you giddy.

“We’re nearly there,” Chris was able to heave out later, breathing deliberately to even out his chuckles “keep an eye out for the right exit.”

“exit for what?”

“I’m still not telling you.”

“How am I going to know what the right exit is if I don’t know where we’re going?”

“Hey I gave you a name just trust me.” He reached out and patted your knee, before slowly moving his hand up to rest on your thigh. There was nothing suggestive about it, but you felt your body melt under his touch as he continued to drive. He hummed to the dulcet tones of John Mayer and would occasionally have to shift in his seat but he made sure to keep your thigh at arms length. His palm stayed soft and warm against you as the car pulled off the highway and drove down strips of long roads under golden sun stained foliage. One rumbling dirt track later and the car rolled into an opening, where it stopped and slumped, exhausted. Chris breathed, smiled, and squeezed your leg “we’re here.”

The house sat snuggled in the trees, overlooking a lake that shone brightly. White walls, blue tiles roof, a rickety dock that rocked slightly against the wind. It looked exactly the same as it did in the pictures that were hung around the Evan’s family home. You gasped in excitement “This is the place-“

“From my childhood pictures,” Chris nodded.

“The place you said you’d always take me,” you placed your hand on top of his “I can’t believe you did this.” In your excitement you leant over the gear stick and grabbed Chris’s face In between your hands “Thank you thank you Thank you!” You planted one big kiss on his lips causing him to laugh loudly before leaping out the car, your bare feet lacing with the grass. The pair of you grabbed the bags from the car and dragged them up into the house, abandoning them in the hall way to explore your home for the weekend. An open floor plan of polished wooden floors, white furniture and blue wallpaper stretched through the house, with soft corduroy sofas and shelves of thumbed classic books and board games. It was a weird mix of modern and old; as if time didn’t effect it. You were running around the house, calling for Chris to see something before discovering something else and getting even more excited. When Chris still hadn’t come after the fifth time you called you went clattering down the stairs to find him in the kitchen, already pulling things out of the stocked fridge “pesto eggs?” He asked.

“MMMM YES!” You yelled in excitement. “Sorry,” you quietened “sorry. Yes please.”

“I take it you like the house then?’ “Is this the part of the story where you tell me you’ve bought it?” You slid onto one of the stools by the island, nicking a bit of red pepper from the chopping board.

“ Unfortunately not.”

“shame. I would’ve quit work on the spot to move.”

“It’s that stressful huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Chris stopped stirring “so tell me about it.”

You shook your head, running your hands through your hair once before letting them fall on the table “I don’t want to weigh you down with that. You don’t wanna hear about that.”

“Yes I do,” Chris said “its obviously bothering you.”

“Not tonight Chris. Please.” You didn’t want to think about anything negative this weekend. Not with the limited time you had with him. “your eggs are burning by the way.”

“Huh? Oh Shit,” Chris went back to wildly stirring the contents of his pan, and the conversation was dropped.

************

The next couple days felt like the montage to a rom com movie, a warped bubble where negative thoughts and emotions weren’t allowed to penetrate. There was a lot to Catch up with so the pair of you didn’t waste a single minute. Swimming in the lake, running together through the woods, playing chess whilst drinking too much beer. A lot of random hugs and heated make outs that lead to other things that caused your skin to flush and tingle. This was partly due to Your shoulders getting burnt, resulting with Chris finding great pleasure in occasionally smacking the sensitive skin causing you to scream blue murder whilst chasing after him.

‘I still think I’ll have a hand imprint on my shoulder forever,” you joked. It was the last night and you were cooking whilst Chris picked the movie. He was crouched by the shelfs, his recently showered hair peering his grey t shirt with droplets. “What movie we thinking?” He called.

“hmmmm How about Captain America?”

“Funny.” Chris rolled his eyes. You laughed before diving down to retrieve the steaming dish of Chicken and vegetable pasta from the oven and dishing into bowls.

“Babe! You’ll never guess what movie they have.” Chris lifted the DVD case like a trophy, the title in your direction. You read it and gasped excitedly “About Time? Oh my days yes!”

“You’re gonna cry.”

“I am not.”

“You say that every time.”

“well this time I can definitely say that I will not cry!”

*************

“It’s just” you stuttered, “it just so…so” you had to gulp loudly through the raked sobs “so sad!” Bill Nighy and the little boy started skimming stones on the beach, causing you to whimper loudly, more tears streaming down your flushed cheeks.

“I told you you would cry,” Chris said, but his own eyes were watery and his jaw clenched in emotion. Seeing this made you even more upset and you started to grip onto the pillow, holding your breath so to stop the sobs. It didn’t work. Chris couldn’t stand it anymore; part of him obviously wanted to comfort you but also your turmoil was starting to become comical. “sweetheart,” he laughed “come here.” He dragged you over to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest so he could try and stop you from crying. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine,” you breathed “I’m not going to-oh my god they’re hugging.” The crying was uncontrollable now “This is the last hug they’re ever going to have together.”

“Okay you need to tell me whats wrong now,” Chris’ tone shifted to worry. He’d never seen you this upset over this movie before “hey, hey. Talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to leave me tomorrow.”

“what?”

“You’re going to leave tomorrow and I’ll be left with an apartment that is too big for just one person, a job I hate and the constant reminder that these weekends are the only things that I actually enjoy in life.”

The movie continued to play but Chris wasn’t watching anymore. Instead he sat there, struggling to find the right words to say. He didn’t want to ask, you’d specifically told him not to ask this weekend, the itch of knowing was starting to burn in his brain. “What’s wrong with work?”

You huffed, flinging your head back to knock against his shoulder “I hate it Chris. I used to love working there, but I just can’t do it anymore. The last time I had a weekend off was our last weekend 3 months ago.”

“why?”

“Because Jack makes me work so he can piss about golfing and spend the weekends screwing his assistant. I see the texts,” you nodded as Chris’s eyebrows shot up in surprise “they’re just as awful as you can imagine.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“about the affair? It’s not tha-“

“No. About work.”

“Oh.” You shrugged, wiping the back of your sleeve across your face “I didn’t want you to worry about me that’s all.” Feeling your boyfriend huff you felt yourself get defensive “you’re away for so long I didn’t want you to have to take off anymore time than you had to just because my career turned shit.”

‘That’s not fair,” Chris shook his head “I should’ve known.”

“Why? What would’ve you done?’ You were sitting up now, frowning at him, arms crossed “Quit your work and moved back full time to Boston?’ “Maybe!”

“No you wouldn’t of!”

“But at least I would’ve had that option!” His eyes flashed with a mixture of pain and annoyance “Y/N how am I supposed to be there for you if you don’t tell me these things?”

“That’s not fair Chris.”

“NO,” he snapped “what’s not fair is finding out that you’re feeling like this and yet I was the last person to know!”

“If you were here more YOU’D KNOW!”

There was a horrible silence. Shocked, you put your fingers over your lips, as if trying to grab back the words that were still ringing through the room. You were both shocked; hurt plastered on both your faces. You wanted to take them back, to rewind time so you could start this conversation again, to finish this weekend in a way that you will treasure and picture for the next weeks as you wait for him to come home to you. “I’m sorry.” You finally spoke “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

Chris nodded slowly, and you noticed that his eyes were glistening with tears and you felt your brain screaming in fear and your heart be squished like a juice box “yea you did.”

“NO! No I didn’t.” You pulled him closer “I’m just upset about work, I’m taking it out on you.”

“But you do wish It don’t you?” Chris whispered.

“Of course I wish you were here more,” You nodded “but acting’s your dream. Of course I want you to be doing that.”

“Im so sorry Babe,” he pushed out a heavy sigh to stop the emotions from stunting his voice “I wish I knew how bad it was.”

“It’s not your fault You didn’t know. I wasn’t telling you.”

“I should’ve picked up on it. If I’d known I’d-“

“It’s not your fault Chris. I’m sorry for not telling you.”

Chris smiled softly. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, locking his hands together so you were pressed against his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head, nodding slightly “This was not how I was thinking this conversation was going to go.”

You laughed, snorting slightly due to the snot that had built up from your previous sobs “me neither.”

“And I was looking forward to telling you about my plans for after the movie.”

You felt your heart sink slightly. These conversations were always awfully painful. “Did your agent get another script for you?”

“Actually no. He won’t be getting me any for a while.”

“What?’ You looked up at him, confused “why?”

“because I told him I didn’t want any. Because I’m taking a little break.”

‘Chris? Please say you didn’t do that because of me!”

“only partly,” Chris smiled guiltily “I just miss Boston. I miss my parents, My nieces and nephews, You. I just want to spend some time here. Spending time with my family.”

The tears were falling again, only this time they were ones of happiness “you serious? You’re coming home?”

Chris nodded, savouring this moment for as long as he could. “5 more weeks and then I’m yours.”

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The Boston skyline had never looked so unwelcoming. Despite the sunrise bathing the windows with molten pink and blue reflections, they were a reminder that you were back in reality. You’d left the house early that morning with the remise you’d return in the summer with the whole family. It had still been difficult to say goodbye. The entire drive back you and Chris only spoke a few times, both too nervous of what to say in these last moment. Chris’s hand was back on your thigh, but this time your hand was intertwined with his, your only lifeline from breaking down into uncontrollable tears once more. Although this was the last goodbye you’d have to say for a long time, this one felt the most difficult because of the reality of what they were going back to. The buildings of the city grew thicker and thicker as you drove down main streets and over bridges until all too soon the looming signs floor your office building started to come, and then the ruling for the carpark, and in no time at all Chris was pulling into one of the visitors spots and switching off the engine. “we’re here.”

“yea.” A silence. “ Thanks for dropping me off by the way.”

“Yea of course.” Chris swallowed. Neither of you moved. No one made the move to say goodbye. But you knew it was going to happen, and your grip on his hand got tighter as you realised that now was the moment to let go.

In the end it was him. It left you feeling empty, like you’d dropped something into water and you knew that you were never going to get it back, and that’s when the tears started to fall again. In a moment Chris jumped out of the car and ran over to your side of the car, opening your door so he was able to scoop you into a hug. “ I know,” he whispered as you clung to him “ I know.”

“i don’t know if I can do this Chris,” you sniffed into his neck.

“Yes you can. You can sweetheart. Remember what we said.” He kissed your ear lightly “Just five more weeks. Five more weeks and the I’m home, you can quit your job here and we’ll figure something out together okay? Okay?” His tone made you move your gaze so you were looking at his wide eyed expression, full of promise and reassurance “We’ll figure this out together.”

“Five weeks.”

“five weeks and then I’m yours.”

You nodded, sniffing “Okay,” You breathed “Okay I’ll do it.”

“You can do it.” He kissed you then, and his lips tasted of salt but they were familiar and warm and his, and you already missed him so much five weeks suddenly felt like a lifetime.

“I am,” he rested his head against yours once more “so proud of you. I really am.”

You nodded. You kissed him as long as your lungs could muster and this time you let go, flattening your skirt and slipping on your heels as Chris grabbed your bags from the boot and handing them to you. He kissed you once more, told you he loved you and then walked back around to sit in the car. You walked around to his door and leaned in through the open window to kiss him again.

“I can’t watch you walk away,” he confessed “because if I do all I’ll want to do is stay.”

You nodded “That’s fine. I’ll see you in five weeks.”

‘Five weeks.”

“I love you Chris.”

One more kiss, and then he pushed the car into gear and pulled away, leaving you to wave goodbye to him. As he did, the windows rolled down, and a second later you heard the opening chords to “Love on the weekend” play. He didn’t look back, but you knew that he too was already counting down the days until the next time you two could see each other.

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They should know how sorry I am for all the people I've hurt in my life. My trauma fucked with me and I fucked for control and power. I didn't care who I hurt because I was hurt, I was broken, I was unclean.

I remember the first boy I kissed, in his(maybe his best friends) front yard, while his friend watched and I had NO idea what I was doing. That was in middle school, how old were we?

In elementary school we were suppose to be separated, boys in one room and girls in another, to learn about our changing bodies.. I faked sick that day because I was uncomfortable. I remember fourth(maybe fifth) grade this girl got her period and she had a purse! Other girls were looking in her purse but she wouldn't let me see, I didn't understand. During recess we would hang out by the slides on the play ground and I remember these girls talking, AOL and chat rooms were all the rage, about how people would message them saying, "click here if you want to see my girlfriend and I fuck.." I didn't know what fuck meant.. I said, "yea I click on those all the time.." (LOL) and they snickered and said you're sick, how gross.. I thought it meant fight.. how naive I was..

If you haven't caught on I was an awkward child and didn't really fit in. I didn't have friends and when I thought I had friends they liked my sister or our cats (again LOL) they didn't enjoy my company. I'd always be the butt of jokes or the odd one out. All I wanted was a friend..

I made one. She lived around the block from me and she was as weird and odd as I was. Her family was big and reminded me of mine if we would've been closer in age. Wed hangout everyday. Spend the night at each other's houses. I'm the youngest in my family, the seventh daughter. Her dad called me number seven and I thought I belonged. Her mom was off and never enjoyed me calling her mom, so I'd call her Mrs. First Name. But I'd call Mr. Generic Man Name, dad.

We were friends for two years and their marriage fell apart. Mrs. First Name and dad got a divorce and dad moved to a campground a little ways up north. Her oldest sister would drive us up there to see dad.

It was always so much fun, wed fish, play in the water, walk up to the little shop and buy snacks, grill, etc. All the things to pass by time, at least we got to have fun as a family again. Dad would be in his whitey tightys, but MY dad did that too so it was fine right.. he would always be close to me, but he was like that with all of us.

I was 11/12. We went to visit dad and he let us sit on his lap and steer the car at night while sitting on his lap.

*had to take a breather here, my heart started racing and I couldn't breathe*

I can't remember who went first, but dad was driving.. L and M were in the car too.. it was my turn and I was super excited. I couldn't remember the last time I sat on my parents lap to drive.. his left hand stroked my leg and squeezed, I tensed because I wasnt expecting it.

*had to call my husband in to calm me down, I was shaking and couldn't catch my breath*

His left hand explored my thigh, did I twitch? His fingers were now between my legs.. moving, exploring.. I never felt that before. Then we were back at the camper, I can't remember what else happened.

My friend moved in with her dad and went to a new school and made a new friend. Wed talk on the phone all the time, she would always be with her. I'd still get to go visit her and dad with everyone on the weekends.

She made a new and exciting friend. They were closer than wed ever been and her friend flashed a guy that offered her money. They talked about bjs and sex and I was clueless. "Man shes so cool," "I'm going to lose my best friend," were thoughts that would cross my mind. I only ever kissed a one boy and no ones even touched my boob yet.

I met a boy who I wanted to let touch my chest, we watched tv and cuddled. This would be the third boy I kissed and he was SO good at it. We made out and he groped my chest, I felt a tingle.. what's this? It was familiar, but felt wrong. He went under my shirt played with my nipples, I was trembling.. I felt how stiff he was through his jeans, he slid his hand down, above my pants between my legs. He wasn't suppose to touch me there! I moved his hand up so hed stop. He kept going. It felt so good, but wait.. my mind was racing..

I knew this feeling..

I was steering the car..

But I was family.. he was like my second dad..

He tried to unbutton my pants, I asked him to stop, my mind was still going.. he tried to put his hand down my pants without unbuttoning them this time and I grabbed his hand and said you should go.. he left angry and I remember watching him walk away, still confused about what was going on.

What was going on?

I went to my room and cried.. what happened.. how did he know to do that.. was it suppose to feel that good.. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?????

I'm not sure when I realized a man that i trusted, that my parents had trusted, that treated me like a daughter, that I called dad, molested me.

1. My first time having sex I was 13. The words that came out of my mouth were, "I just want to get it over with," it hurt so bad

2. The second boy(we were children) I had sex with we were both 13, our birthdays were only days apart. He invited me over for a cinco de mayo party. I took his virginity in his basement bathroom. We dated and I hurt him

3. I had drunken sex with another boy who had just kissed his girlfriend goodnight moments before. I played stupid. Like I was the victim. I enjoyed doing it in the open it was exhilarating

4. There was another boy who was a thug. He kept me on my toes and I'd sneak him through my bedroom window while his mom delivered the news. I cut up everything I had of his

5. I met a boy, cute as a button. He liked to work on cars and we cuddled all night while my friend fucked his friend in his sisters bedroom. We kissed.

6. Button boy invited me to his friends house to party, I proceeded to get hammered and had sex for four hours with the guy who's house it was. He ended up being my first love and I ruined it. I fucked him up emotionally.

7. There was a boy I had a crush on who jumped from the roof of my friends garage. I had THE biggest crush on him. He invited me to hangout with his cousins, he fucked me in the door way of his bathroom in his bedroom. Mistake #1. I was feeling hopeless.

8. Went to CA with my family and met a bunch of marines across the way from us. Mistake #2 We were walking to the beach I made him follow me into an alley and pushed me against the wall.

9. He said he wasnt with his baby momma anymore, he lied. We did it in his friends minivan outside of my house, down the street, outside of a Halloween party, in the laundry room, I think I only liked him because I wasnt suppose to

10. We worked together and his dick was big, his face was hit

11. He had a girlfriend, we fucked in his basement

12. I asked him to stop when he was too big, there was blood on my bed and he laughed and left

13. The shaft was crooked, but he could drive a stick

14. When I was young my friends sister was suppose to baby sit us but she wanted to meet these boys, we went over there and this guy kept throwing me over his shoulder and taking me to a dark room and closing the door, m friend stepped in and told her sister we needed to go

15. We were naked in his bed on the second floor, I watched his exgirlfriend climb through the window and he climbed over me to go talk to her

16. There was skull vodka on top of his fridge and an AR under his bed

17. In his charger, he got me pregnant when I told him I didn't want to be with him anymore, I got an abortion and he stalked me for a while, I was scared a lot of the time. We shared trauma so we were together for a minute, he got me through some rough times

18. Can't remember how we met, but his spit on my pussy and I felt like a porn star

19. He was tall and strong and could spin me around no problem

20. I sat on my friends lap at a house party, he was the only one I thought I trusted. He stuck his hands down my pants and I hit him with a right hook off the porch

21. He wasn't interested in me and I like the chase, he didn't know I was in a relationship when it happened

22. We walked to meet each other and had sloppy whatever that was in the bedroom while there was a party in the basement

23. I went to his house because he was cute and rode a crotch rocket, he was rough and I kept telling him no. He didn't talk to me after that

24. Won a game of beer pong and he said he wanted to kiss me. We were FWB for three years

25. I gave his dick a heat rash from all the dry humping we did, he always made me squirt

26. I think we got take out and fucked by accident, cant remember it, but I know it happened

27. Used this guy only to get mine and then I'd leave, sorry about that one

28. At MSU I had sex with this guy in a walk in closet, he ignored me and I called his phone over 52 times

29. Made out at the park, would've gone farther if the cops didn't ask us to leave

30. He was the bigger twin, not impressive

31. Helped demo your late uncles house and you bent me over the couch in the other room

32. You couldn't keep it up and I laughed in your face and said I hope this doesnt happen with everyone

33. I didn't want to be alone anymore, was with a guy who peed on his brothers shoes, in the dresser (often,) on a window sill, his pores let off booze.. disgusting

34. He was almost 30, he wanted more and I didn't

35. Met on scout, you were a UofM fan, I wore MSU sweats over and your brother almost kicked me out, we only made out and then you were a dick when I didn't want more

36. Your bedroom walls were sheets, this is what a brothel must feel like

37. Shit house drunk and didn't realize it was your brother, your resemblance was uncanny

38. The only person I went skinny dipping with and then hit up TB drive through and walked into my house naked

39. Woke up and you were kissing my thighs, you realized I woke up and went straight for it. Haven't woken up to sex in a long time

40. Made out with a guido in his bathroom, he had braces

41. MDMA and I was completely inside of the couch, no idea how that happened. Another time I came over and was about to walk in the house. There was a cat by the door who I'd let inside. We smoked and laid in the living room. You said you didn't have a cat when it came out from behind the curtains

42. Completely unsure of how it happened, but ended up with you a few times when I thought I was going to see someone else.. oops

43. You'd always come with me to walk my dog, had a crush on you and never thought anything would happen. I liked you and you missed your ex

44. Walked to the closet 711, a man commented on my body I say ooooookay and he followed me around while threatening me, the guy behind the counter said I was about the press the panic button after the guy left, he was skin and bones. I was 14

45. You had your med card, I met up at your sorority. You said you and your gf had an open relationship, I never knew if you were serious

46. Only guy to put me in cuffs

47. I remember we met upon the back of a parking lot and did bump after bump, we got a motel room and you did them off my body. We sat naked in the bathtub. You couldn't keep it up. I watched you leave in the morning.. I saw your wife and kids within the next few weeks

48. A guy grabbed me at the club, right by the waist and started grinding on my behind. I turned around and pushed him away by putting my hand in his face. I was so glad I was short in the crowd and got away, he was scary mad

*I got lost looking out the window, theres a tree that slightly moves in the wind and snow covering the ground.. I'm listening to the laundry that needs to be finished*

49. My car went to shit and I met at auto repair to talk about the cheapest options. It was summer I was in my running shorts and baggy tshirt. I watched him lick his lips when he asked me if I worked out.. "I can tell by your legs," looking back now, my ITB were just tight because I didn't know how to stretch them correctly. He was 30 years older than me

50. I walked by you to get into the kitchen, you were sitting in a chair near the door way. You grabbed me by the inner thigh and grazed my vagina. I screamed at you in front of all who were there. No ones ever did that to you before

51. Up at MSU we went to a frat party and when we were all walking up(down?) the stairs a buy was sitting there grabbing/slapping asses as they walked by. I put my hand in his face and slammed his head into the wall. People weren't happy, but I didnt give you consent to touch my body. I'm not yours

52. There was a pistons game we went to, you were an asshole in the parking lot as we were leaving. I thought the people were going to pull a gun on all of us. We all drank and I said I was going to sleep on the couch. You kept getting closer to me, putting your hands on me.. I told you I'm not interested, I really need to sleep on your couch. You looked distressed, said okay and apologized, thank you

53. I was lonely and came over. You were on top of me saying dirty things and your own name.. I still laugh about how weird that was

*when I started the numbered I was trying to remember people I had slept with. But then abuse would come back into my mind and I thought I should put it in. For the ones who say boys will be boys or they're just having fun.. YOU'RE THE PROBLEM.

54. I had eaten an edible and became one with your couch, you took me up to your room and tucked me into bed. In the morning I wake up and you were sleeping downstairs on the couch, you said you snore fucking loud, thank you

55. We got TB on the way back to your house, you asked the guy at the window if he smoked tree and threw him a bag. When you were on top of me I felt the hole in your ribs, I hated everything that moment and didn't know what I was doing or why on earth I was there. We both have babies now. I can't remember who you were with but you took my hand and looked at my ring. With the largest smile and saddest eyes, your eyes were always sad and I never noticed, you said, "congratulations.. I'm so happy for you.. no I'm serious," you gave me a big hug, "you deserve to be happy." Have you always been as broken as I was?

56. We went out to celebrate my sisters boyfriends birthday. I was sitting right next to you and you told me the guy sitting across from you kept looking at my chest, I never knew I could ask someone to stop something I never happened to see

57. Took a late night trip to meijer. I didn't have a bra on, I was wearing an oversized tshirt and I asked an employee where something was, he kept looking at my chest, I pointed from my chest to my face. His cheeks turned rosey and scurried away

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