summer night no.3

anonymous asked:

Okey but, just imagine: One summer night, like 3 am, outside, everybody is sleeping but you can hear a sound, a vehicle sound. It's a motorcycle motor. That is underneath you while you are laying down on your stomach naked while Lutz fucks you from behind and the vibrations from the vehicle stimulates your clitoris making you, plus the feeling that anyone could appears and see you in your birth clothes, coming over and over againg. Just imagine.


Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.
—  c.j.n.

WC: 2095

His room was a mess, clothes scattered all over the floor, dirty dishes piling his bedside tables, blankets covering his body; it made you feel sick just thinking about what he was doing to himself. Everybody else thought it was a blessing that he finally got the courage to break up with the girl who just loved to play with his heart. Luke, however, was loathing in self pity. “I’m so in love with her,” he would choke out, “why did I listen to you guys? I fucking miss her.”

You tried telling him that he’d get over it, that the pain would subside and soon he’d feel the relief of breaking it off. Luke wouldn’t listen to your words however. He’d just go back to living in his cave of bedsheets and despair. Getting tired of seeing their younger brother destroy himself over someone unworthy, his brothers begged you to continue your attempts of getting your best friend out of bed. You tried to comply to their request, however you were quickly running out of ideas.

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