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Hey everyone, so I managed to get into this acct on my old phone but I'm still unable to get into it on my new phone. My current tumblr on my new phone under my real name is @morgie-bby

Also feel free to add my socials

morgan.burnside15 on insta

And

morgan.burnside on snap

I always reply so just let me know you're from tumblr and I'd love to stay in contact. Thanks beautiful people❤️

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EDIT!! New Account is @morgie-bby Hey guys, sorry I haven't been active in a while. I got a new phone with a new number and because of the TFA I have set up with this acct and the fact the phone acct on my old phone is suspended, I can't receive the code to log in on this acct. I'll be making a new acct under my real name and it will be more of a personal acct. I'll repost this with my new @ and feel free to follow, it would be much appreciated. Sorry for the issues, love you all ❤️

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I can’t explain why but Im sad 

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don't risk it

if you don’t reblog in 500 seconds you will never be able to meet your fave band/artist

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Imagine finding both love and friendship in one person

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god I dont wanna fuckin go on dates or try to sell myself or expose myself to an unending list of potential heartbreaks i just wanna skip to the part where someone is holding me and i am cozy. fuck this bro

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Bro, this shit hit me hard

concept: being REALLY insecure and you and ethan really want to make love but you’re so scared because the last time when you almost lost your virginity the guy stopped because he didn’t liked your body

that guy can go get fucked in ethan’s eyes.

he had been hinting that he wanted to make love to you for a while, letting his hands glide over your most intimate parts, getting closer and closer before you would stop him. every time. he understood, he was kind about it. he would always be so courteous of your feelings and comfort level. he just kind of wanted to know why.

you were best friends for about a year and a half before grayson set you up on a date, plain tired of the obvious flirting but no action to take it further. the date had gone wonderful (obviously) because you guys were bound to end up looking at each other like you were right now.

it took you so long to open up to him and get comfortable with him up to this point, confidence just absolute shit especially when he looked like he did and you thought you were a solid two if that. it wasn’t your fault you thought this way though.

Ethan Grant Dolan came into your life just when you needed him, being your light in the darkness. it was almost as if God placed him in your path that day on Rodeo Drive, just so you both could knock into each other and end up a laughing heap of bones on the concrete. you weren’t good before him, and you still weren’t very good...but you sure as hell smiled a great deal more, laughed more, loved harder, felt freed from the chains that bound your wrists for years, he had that effect about him. and you wanted to give yourself to him. but everytime it would get to that point you would push lightly at his chest to stop him and quickly switch the subject to something else.

so one night when things got particularly heated and you panicked and pushed away from him to sit on the other side of the bed, he finally asks you with a voice filled with confusion and hurt. you couldn’t even speak, head spinning with the most mortifying flashback:

you removed your shirt before him, someone you thought you could trust, unclipping your bra. it was dark, which made it more comfortable considering this was going to be your first time and you were kind of....insecure of your body? it wasn’t that you thought you were ugly, it was just that you had stretch marks that tracked your body in fine light lines and you didn’t think they were all that appealing.

he obviously didn’t get the memo to keep the light off because he’s flicking it on beside the bed, eyes scanning down your body to land directly where you prayed he wouldn’t look. right on your stretch marks.

his face twists into one of disgust, poking at them with curled lip.

“ew...what are these? have these always been here?” you felt your heart practically shatter under his gaze, still looking down at you. he hadn’t even touched you yet. your chest flushed red, like it always does when you’re nervous or embarrassed, and covered yourself as fast as you can when you shoved him off of you.

“they’re just stretch marks...” your voice is so small and puny, pathetic. you shouldn’t have to explain yourself, but you wanted to point out that you’ve had them for as long as you can remember. it’s not like you’re the only one on earth that had stretch marks. your mom always told you they were just the lightning that couldn’t handle being stuck inside of your body, so they threatened to break free, showing upon your skin. but this...was definitely that positive and accepting reaction you were expecting from someone that was supposed to cherish your body and not shame it. maybe your mom was wrong after all.

“yeah i can see that...look i don’t think this is a good idea. it’s not really what i expected,” he sighs out. he’s standing with a disappointed frown, watching you tug on your shirt and cover the top of your body. you knew exactly what he meant and it made you want to fall through the floor and die alone. just the look on his face was enough to erase any ounce of self confidence you had.

“not what you expected?” you were stupid enough to ask with fiddling fingers, a ball of nerves.

“you i mean...i kind of feel lied to...you just kinda look different without clothes...” he trails off, not even ashamed of what he’s saying. he’s being mean and he knows it. to the point that you honestly can’t believe you even liked him because how could he say these things to you and how could those beautiful blue eyes look at you like they are right now? disgust? distrust? dismissive? annoyed? disinterested? it was just a horrible experience and you never wanted to relive it.

so it didn’t really help your nerves that ethan was the biggest upgrade ever, walking into your life looking like a Greek God and sweeping you off your shy little feet. giving you that annoyingly pretty smile and always complimenting you for things that would usually go unnoticed. but he noticed everything. he always did when it came to you, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. it didn’t help that you didn’t want to resist him but you felt like you had to.

every curve would have him reaching out to touch, every sway of your hips when you walked, every shirt that hugged you a little tighter than you’re used to. he can see your discomfort on these days, kind of hiding behind in out in public so you wouldn’t really be seen. he couldn’t understand why you would want to hide because if he had it your way and you let him he would show you off to the entire world and fucking GAS you up to everyone that even LOOKED at you. he already gushes about you in private to grayson and sometimes to your face. but this one thing still hasn’t been explored. you have a feeling you can’t run from it anymore.

so you tell him. you tell him about your embarrassing first time attempt and how you were, in fact, still a virgin. he’s quiet when you tell him, looking at you with soft patient and empathetic eyes. he knows this must be hard for you because soon tears are rolling down your heated cheeks and you’re apologizing for ruining the mood.

before you can stutter out anymore apologies he’s bringing you on top of his lap and pressing his lips to yours softly.

“you don’t ever have to apologize for your feelings and you never have to hide from me,” his mutters with nimble fingers starting to slide up the front of your shirt, touching over every single stretch mark and making you curl into yourself some. but when you look down and see his kind eyes you let him continue and nod to let him know you understand.

“it’s just hard...because if he didn’t want me why would you?” your quiet voice shakes.

“he’s a fuckface that wouldn’t know beauty if it hit him in the pachanga,” he smirks at you, knowing what he’s doing and loving him for it even more.

“did you just quote dirty dancing?” you giggle, he can feel your body moving under his hands and stares up at you with lust and love, it’s a beautiful look on him. your smiling wide, teeth on full display, so relaxed even if you just got done crying.

“perhaps...now...let me show you something,” he flips you onto your back, looking at you with a serious expression.

you let him peel your shirt off and unclip your bra, just like the time before. you’re not sure why, but you let him without the bat of an eyelash. and you let him stare down at you with dazzling hazel eyes, just taking you in.

“so gorgeous,” he’s whispering without a thought.

you’re waiting for his face to change, just like his did...but it doesn’t. he just leans down, closer and closer until his lips meet the soft skin of your stomach, pressing a kiss right to a white thin stretch mark. it feels like sparks shoot from every inch of your body. his eyelashes tickle the skin right by your bellybutton and you begin to giggle and squirm.

“love should always feel like this,” he kisses another, “electric,” and another, “just like lightning.”

lightning

while your eyes water at his words he continues to kiss over every stretch mark, every inch of your kiss leading up to your nipples. he tugs one into his mouth while looking straight into your eyes, popping off after a few seconds.

“is that what it feels like baby?”

you never thought out of all of the words he could have picked, that lightning would be the one to tumble from his lips...but fuck here he is saying the one thing that helped you come to terms with the stretch marks in the first place. but he was right, this couldn’t be describe as anything other than electric. you should be panicking that this is finally happening...should be jumping from the bed and running away...but you could never run from this delicate hands that hold you like you’re fine china. so careful, so kind.

“if it ever feels any less than that, tell me to stop,” he’s so serious and gentle with you, kissing along your skin with warm plump lips.

“okay,” you can’t even breathe with his mouth on you like this.

and when he finally peels both of your clothes off and sinks into you? it’s heaven on earth, all thoughts of that douchebag that shattered your self esteem are out the window because here is Ethan...loving every single mark, tracing every white line, and fucking the shit out of you while he does it, praising and cherishing you in the way you deserve. making you feel bold and beautiful.

if that doesn’t mean you are as fierce as lightning, nothing does.