#also thisis so messy

[dragonaqe]

wip wthursday and many sentence thursday came to town at the same time :)

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But unfortunately...

Confident, too confident, that he’s doing something right, he kisses the junction of w here the outside of her labia meets inner thigh, laughing when she starts to sigh louder. Someone is a little impatient. 

A point that’s stressed when Meredith all but snaps at him “Shiro, don’t tease.”. A withering look thrown to accompany it that’s almost enough to disintegrate him. Maybe if he was a lesser man. 

He responds by kissing her cunt, lightly, softly, not longer than a second or two. 

“Shi—“ She’s cut off with a startled gasp when he takes the plunge and buries his tongue between her folds, pressing the lower half of his face against her core a little too firmly, his heart beating wildly in his chest. 

He’s uncoordinated in his movements, alternating between strokes of his tongue up and down her core and fumbling with teasing her clit, no rhythm and too much purpose, a whirl of anxiety and adrenaline while he listens for her moans– Anything that lets him know hes doing something right. 

Meredith’s says his name as her thighs twitch and hips wiggle and he takes that as a good sign, continuing his chaotic force of movements and enjoying the taste of her far more than he thought he would but it’s only a few seconds later when he bumps against the piercings adorning her clit a little too roughly that Meredith sits up, threading a hand into his hair and pulling his head back away from her. 

“Have you ever eaten someone out before?” Meredith asks bluntly, brows knit together, absolutely bewildered but also the slightest bit...amused? “Um…” He doesn’t want to come clean, but he also doesn’t really want to lie and dig himself further into whatever hole hes getting himself into– and Meredith’s eyes are really fucking piercing.

[selfshipsnail]

Oh the vision.. it is genius …

kinito in this

[moonchildstyles]

the other anons got me thinking…

i think h and pretty girl would cockwarm occasionally because it makes her feel that much closer to him, and especially when their schedules are so busy they hardly see the other except at night, but i also think that they’re suckers for going bare in general and getting messy 🥸 like she loves feeling him like that and how noisy it makes him that he can barely speak and she’s just carding her fingers through his hair and keeping their foreheads together even though they can’t kiss properly because of their moans, and h is definitely one to keep eye contact when he comes (especially when it’s a particularly passionate night), mainly because he loves to see his girls facial expression when she feels him cum inside her and he obviously pushes her to another orgasm while that’s happening and they are both on cloud 9 breathing heavily and she’s whimpering because Harry can’t help but keep lightly brushing his fingers around her clit and up her body as they both come down and he distracts her with a kiss when he pulls out and he can feel his cum going with him and he pulls away from her to hike her knees up by her chest and just watch as his cum seeps from her and she’s covering her face with her arm while he just stares at her and he’s mumbling “don’t be shy, sweet thing, you know how pretty you look like this,” and she can’t even deny that because maybe they’ve taken some photos of this exact thing before and they both agree it’s one of the times she looks the prettiest because shes fucked out and pliant her hair is messy and lips swollen, but the love in her eyes is unmatched as she looks at Harry. and after a few seconds of just watching himself drip out of her, he makes even more of a mess, dipping his thumb into the sticky mess and swiping it over her centre, her hips jolting when he brushes her clit and then he’s slowly slipping his fingers inside of her, making her gasp as he mumbles about how he wants her to keep it all inside for him, “you can be my good girl, right?” and she’s nodded, trying not to squirm against his hand as he curls his fingers up and sparks more heat in her belly again and he’s slowly working his fingers, the mess spreading to the inside of her thighs and when she’s breathing heavily and her thighs are threatening to close in his grip, that’s when he leans down to lick over her, moaning at their taste and he can feel himself getting hard again, his lips around her clit as she cums again around his fingers and only causes more of himself to drip onto the sheets and he’s mumbling sweet praises to her, lifting up and swiping his tongue over hers as he puts her feet back down on the best, “my best girl letting me clean you up whenever you get messy,” and she’s mumbling back something about how he caused it and he can’t disagree, and maybe since he’s hard again she sucks him off- I can see them doing it where maybe he’s sitting on her face but still letting her have the control as she works her mouth over him until he’s spilling into her mouth and pulling away to kiss her again before she has the chance to swallow everything… i just think h really likes the mess and tasting each other together 😌 - 🍓

this......thisis.......I don't even know if I can elaborate bc just the idea of him folding her up just so he can see him dripping out of her.......CLEANING HER UP WITH HIS TONGUE.............AND HER SUCKSHFGSIHOFUSOF HIM OFF SHUFHSUFIHSUF AS HE SITS ONH HER FACE HUSOFGHSUFHSU okay I literally need to lay down

[thefloorisbalaclava]

can we get more frankie with zoom class? 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader

Warnings: None just Frankie being sappy and soft

A/N: Here’s the first part of Frankie interrupting your Zoom class! The first time was a mistake but this time...

[Frankie masterlist]

Frankie smiled as you walked out of the den into the living room, stretching your arms above your head then cracking your back.

“Done for the day?” he asked before walking over and wrapping his arms around you, sneaking his hands under your shirt to rub your back.

“I wish,” you groaned. “God, that feels good.” You closed your eyes as his expert hands rubbed your lower back. “It’s their lunch time. I have about an hour.”

“Well, come lie down and let me get this kink outta your back,” he offered.

“No, babe, if I do that then those kids won’t see me again today. Your hands feel way too good. You know that.” You kissed him before reluctantly pulling away from his touch and walking to the kitchen.

“Want me to make us some grilled cheese?” he asked, already going into the fridge to grab what he needed.

“Yes, please. You make the best goddamn grilled cheese, Frankie. You know what? You should call it that: ‘Frankie’s Goddamn Grilled Cheese’.” You moved your hand in the air. He chuckled as he stood at the stove and you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “What can’t those hands do?”

“Well, right now they’d love to be giving you a massage, but I guess they’ll have to wait until later.” He went quiet as he focused on making the grilled cheese sandwiches. Sometimes he added bacon but since he knew you were pressed for time, he kept things simple. You watched, amazed, as if you had never seen him do it before. A few minutes later he was handing you a plate. “Order up. Grilled cheese for my lady. My baby.” He said it in a sing-songy voice that made you laugh.

You sat down and enjoyed lunch with him and, of course, it went by too fast. You checked your watch and stood up. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom before class starts again.” You gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks for lunch, baby.”

“Anytime.” He watched as you disappeared around the corner then washed the dishes. His eyes wandered to the den, his brain telling him to just go in. Your class seemed to love him so much last time. He wiped his hands with the towel and threw it on the counter before peeking around the corner to make sure you weren’t coming down the hall just yet. He tiptoed quickly into the the room and saw that the camera was already on. Slowly but surely the kids started coming back from lunch and joining the call.

“Hey, you’re the boyfriend, aren’t you?” one of them asked and Frankie waved awkwardly.

“Uh...yup, that’s me.” Frankie felt himself getting nervous and wondered how the hell you did this every weekday, but soon he was chatting with the class as if he knew them all as well as you did. They were asking him questions, about you mostly, but also about himself.

You wondered where he had gone when you heard his voice coming from the den. The kids were dead silent as he spoke, gesturing excitedly as he told a story about you.

“...she’s the smart one,” he finished. “I could never do...this.” He moved his hands in front of the screen.

“Uh...you just did, dude,” one of the students pointed out.

“Yeah, but I don’t have the brains for it like she does. She’s...amazing,” he said and you laughed quietly as you walked in.

“He’s amazing too, y’all,” you said and Frankie jumped up from the seat.

“When you two get married, are we all invited?” a student asked and you both laughed.

“Of course,” you responded.

“You didn’t tell us you were so cool. Frankie told us some cool stuff about you.” It felt a little odd hearing your students calling him Frankie.

“Oh yeah? Well, he’s pretty cool too. Did he tell you he’s a pilot?” You could see a few of the students’ eyes go wide. You looked at the rest of the lesson and figured it could wait until Monday. “You guys wanna hear about it?” They all said ‘yes’ at once. “Well, Mr. Morales...you’re up.”

“Uh...really?” He sat in the chair again and you pulled up a chair beside him to listen. “Okay, so...” he began and right away he had their attention and yours even if you had heard this story plenty of times. Frankie was an incredible storyteller. He smiled over at you every now and then for reassurance and you would nod or wink. You could see him becoming more confident the longer he spoke.

When it was over, you let your class go early then sat on Frankie’s lap. “That was perfect, Frankie.”

“Was it? I feel like I never came up for air.” He took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around you. “Can I rub your back now?” he asked.

“For doing so well in class today...I think I’ll allow it,” you joked, running your hands through his slightly messy hair.

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[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Omg that Ezra story was so good, especially the ending 🥺 if it’s okay (and when you have time), may I make a request off Happy Interruptions? Just a lot of fluff with the fam, nothing specific! ❤️

It snowed a little where I’m at and I hate snow and I had a head cold... anyhow this is going to be a small drabble (or blurb if you will) and honestly, I’m perfectly happy making more of these with our guy 💕

I’ve also updated my prompts list for requests, link in masterlist as well!

Warnings: Fluff, Slight AU-ish because I have no idea if they have pancakes or not—do they?

D/N—Daughters Name

Messy Mornings

***

The first thing you notice is the bundle of blankets you’re wrapped (heavily) in—you’re positive that’s not how you fell asleep last night.

The second are the giggles that awoke you in the first place—stifled ones, followed by a brief, silent pause, then some clanging that entertains more silly squeals.

Your eyes flutter as they attempt to adjust to the darkness. Moaning, you blindly reach around for that familiar warmth, only to find it empty.

The laughter persists—they’re in the kitchen, it sounds like.

The cold stings your bare feet as you paddle to the source, wishing more than anything that you were back in your warm bed—not like you were forced out of it.

The sight is worth it.

Ezra sits in the middle of the floor, grinning brightly as his body shakes with more chuckles, cooing to the little girl that sits across from him, wobbling with her own precious giggles. You tiptoe closer to them to see what they’re having so much fun over when you finally spot it.

“Well what happened here!”

There’s batter everywhere. Practically all over the kitchen, and the prime suspects sit right in the middle of the mess, covered in it as well—oh it’s going to be trouble washing that out of her hair.

They both whip their hair towards you, both with cheeky smiles and it’s so hard to stay mad at them when they throw that at you—Ezra, being the irresistible man that he is, adds in a rather adorable pout.

“We were going to make you a nice breakfast go awake to when er... this took place.”

Your daughter gurgles, as if backing her fathers claim, and that breaks your every resolve.

“Awww were you helping daddy?” You coo to D/N, taking those last few steps to scoop her up in your arms—sticky fingers tangle themselves in your sleep shirt, tugging it down.

“I’ll clean this up,” Ez stands—not without what you call an ‘old man’ groan—and presses a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Oh you guys can play a while longer,” you brush him off. “She’s happy.”

She coos excitedly, eliciting a chuckle from the both of you.

“Will you join us, my love?” Ezra accented drawl pitches as bows dramatically, peeking up to give D/N a wink.

“Hmm how can I resist?” You sigh, playing along by arching your back and bringing the back of your hand to your forehead, balancing D/N in your right arm. “With such fine culinary skills from the most handsomeness man and the most beautiful princess in all the lands!”

Ezra exchanges a throaty sound of approval and skips his way to the cabinets. “Then let us try again!”

D/N bounces in your arms, babbling away as you sit her down on the floor and continue what they started.

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[dindjarindiaries]

Can I request “Let her go” and “You’re not gonna die on me” for Frankie? It can be as angsty as you like but can it have a happy ending?

character: Frankie “Catfish” Morales

prompts: Let her go. and You’re not gonna die on me. from this prompt list!

warnings: angst, mentions of death, i don’t know anything about hospitals or bullet wounds

rating: R

masterlist

“No. Absolutely not.”

Frankie sighs as you shake your head up at him. He must’ve known this was coming. You’ve told him that you don’t want him to do the crazy shit he used to anymore. He was done running with the guys—he’d promised you. “But it’ll be good money,” Frankie tries to reason, one of his hands tipping his hat nervously as your arms cross over your chest. “Really fuckin’ good money, at that.”

“Money won’t matter when you’re dead, Frankie,” you remind him, raising an eyebrow. The statement alone brings you an anguish that runs so deep you’re sure it’ll leave a laceration behind.

Frankie looks around, seeing the group of guys waiting around close behind him. Asking for your permission to go on a dangerous trip to South America while you were spending a night at Pope’s wasn’t Frankie’s brightest idea. But you could care less—you’re not going to let the pressure of his friends watching change your mind. Frankie releases another deep breath and takes you by the shoulders, looking into your eyes with his calming dark gaze. “I’m not gonna die,” he assures you. “It’ll be quick—in and out. It’s just a recce.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “It’s Pope’s idea, right?” When Frankie nods to confirm your words, you shake your head at him once again. “With Pope, it’s never ‘just a recce,’ and you know that.”

Frankie grimaces, dropping his hands from your shoulders. “I won’t be gone longer than a few days.” Your narrowed gaze doesn’t change, and it causes Frankie’s gaze to darken. “I can’t stay away from you that long, babe. I promise I’ll be—.”

“No more promises,” you cut him off, your brow furrowed. “You once promised me you wouldn’t do this shit anymore. Yet, here we are.” Frankie looks as if he’s about to speak, but you’re not done just yet. “You go. Do your little ‘recce’ or whatever the fuck Pope uses to cover up the truth. But when something bad happens, just know that I warned you.”

“Hey, baby, wait,” Frankie tries to call after you once you start to walk towards Pope’s door. “Please don’t—.”

“Let her go,” Pope’s voice comes from behind Frankie, and he soon feels his friend’s hand on his shoulder. He meets his sympathetic gaze, and he feels a heavy weight in his chest. Not only does he have to leave you, but he also has to go knowing you’re angry with him—that he’s making you suffer more than he should. It’s a burden he’ll have to bear throughout their mission.

Meanwhile, you hold the weight of the way you’d left Frankie just as heavily as he does, if not more so. You start to regret the things you said to him the longer time goes on. The most painful realization is that, should anything actually happen to him, you never got to remind him of how much you love him before he left. Now, who knows if he’ll make it back safe.

He doesn’t.

You got the call from Pope five days after you’d left Frankie at Pope’s house. He sounded worried, and right away you knew what was happening. He said Frankie had taken a bullet for one of the guys, and while they’d managed to get him safely to a hospital, he wasn’t in good condition. You were on a plane to their location minutes later. The regrets from before came back harder, and your eyes never stopped watering the entire way there. If you truly did lose Frankie, you didn’t know what you would do. You’d told him—you’d warned him—but he still went anyway, and the worst thing you’d feared was coming true.

Now, you sit at his bedside, watching as his chest barely moves. Pope told you he’d gone to sleep just before you got there—he’d been trying to stay awake, asking only for you, but he slipped away too soon. The doctor said it’ll be a miracle if he wakes back up again. The bandage wrapped around his abdomen has a thick stain of dark red seeping through the left side, and his skin is paler than you’ve ever seen it. As you brush a hand through his messy curls, admiring the way you can see them with the absence of his go-to hat, you feel the tears continuing to well up in your eyes. He looks peaceful—too peaceful.

“You’re not gonna die on me,” you say to him, your voice just barely above a shaky whisper. “Right? You said you wouldn’t be gone for long. So you won’t be—you’ll wake up, and you’ll tell me you’re o-okay.” You stutter on the last word, your emotions getting the best of you as you bite your lower lip to keep your cries contained. You take Frankie’s hand you’d laced with yours and lift it to your lips, leaving a kiss on his knuckles. “I love you, Frankie... so much.” Your voice is shaking even more now, and you feel a tear escape your eye as you close them. “I wish I could’ve told you then.”

“I... love you more.” Your eyes fly open at the sound of Frankie’s struggling voice to see his dark gaze staring back at you. You nearly sob in relief, but stop when you see his own eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry, baby... you were right. I-I shouldn’t have gone.” He shakes his head as he speaks, and your heart breaks when a tear rolls down his cheek. “We shouldn’t have gone.”

“Don’t,” you whisper softly, reaching forward with your free hand to brush his tear away. Frankie leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he absorbs the feeling of it. “It’s okay. You’re safe now—that’s all that matters. You sacrificed yourself for your brothers. That’s very admirable.” Frankie’s eyes reopen at that, and you’re satisfied to see some kind of a light in them. You lean forward until your lips are ghosting over his, closing your eyes at the feeling of life in him. “Please, don’t leave me again.”

“I never will,” Frankie assures you in a low whisper before his lips close the distance, sealing the promise you know he’ll keep this time.

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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Honey, I’m Home

(gif credit: @pedropascalito​)

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: smutty times, rough sex, Jack’s filthy mouth, unprotected sex (wrap it up), domestic fluff

Word Count: 1,216

Author’s Notes: Another Jack fic from yours truly. You guys asked and you shall receive. I honestly wanted it done sooner and to put more than one out this week but the mood would not allow. I PROMISE the NSFW alphabet IS coming! I have put myself behind schedule with it and I want several letters typed before I start to post. Emotional support ALWAYS goes to @clint-aww-no-barton (along with pretty much the idea of this fic) & @discogrrl. Also this is slightly based off a post I saw about each Pedro character. I sadly can’t find it and I have no idea who originally posted it so I am SO sorry!! If you happen to know please let me know so I can credit!

ao3 link for story 

The sun was out and a light breeze wove through the air. It was one of those perfect days where everyone was walking, kids were playing and the world seemed a bit more active than normal. It was also the perfect day for you to raise the windows and turn the air off and let the fresh air fill up your home. You had decided it would be a good day to do some cleaning and laundry so you could hang things out on the line. Your hair was up in a messy bun, short sleep shorts were all that were left to accomplish anything in and you decided to still away one of Jack’s many shirts, only a few buttons clasped together and the sleeves rolled up to your elbows.

  Jack would be home at some point today you had hoped. Gone on another mission and boy did you miss him. It was the first day you had the energy to do anything but you voted that the weather and the excitement of him returning to you was helping highly with that. Music incased the house and was probably loud enough that any passer by would hear the words to the old country tunes perfectly. You didn’t mind it even though Jack found you like this he might give you a speech about being saver but what he didn’t know would never hurt him.

  You glided through the backdoor from hanging clothes on the line. The laundry basket rested against your hip and you joined the singer in singing the song that came from the speakers. When you looked up you were met with your cowboy leaned against the front door frame. He was grinning from ear to ear and you couldn't help but to match the look on his face. He seemed to look you over fully and you blushed before he set after you. It was like a predator after it’s prey and he had soon crossed the area to you his lips immediately connecting with yours. He kissed you with so much hunger and want that it almost made you dizzy. You kissed him back with just as much fever as his hand came up to caress your cheek the other one snaking around you to pull you closer. He pulled away only when air was needed from both of you and you both were panting. 

  “Hello to you too Jack,” you let out a breathless chuckle and he smirked down at you.

  “Hello angel. I really…I really need you right now,” the last word came out almost demanding and he picked you up quickly.

  You wrapped your legs around him and laced your fingers in the hair that was coming from under his cowboy hat as he directed you in a different place. He sat you down on one of the stools at the bar in the kitchen and you kept your legs wrapped tightly around him. He bent down and kissed you again deeply before moving to your neck to pepper kisses along the skin you left open from his shirt.

  “You look so damn beautiful angel. You make that shirt look a whole lot better than I ever could,” he spoke to you between kisses along your collarbone and down to your breast.

  He moved the shirt over to the side and sucked on your nipple before pulling away and treating the other the same way. He was already working on his belt and pants by the time his lips made their way back to yours. He moved your sleep shorts smirking at the fact you wore no underwear. He wasted no time entering you and you both let out moans finally feeling each other after what felt like months. 

  “Fuck yes. Dammit angel I’ve missed this pussy so much,” Jack groaned as he laid his forehead against yours. 

  He set a fast pace and you grabbed ahold of his arms for extra support. His pace was so fast and hard that he moved the stood until it was against the bar and could go no further. The house was full of moans and skin slapping skin and you thanked the heavens you decided to keep the music loud so maybe the people passing by your home would be clueless to the things happening on the inside. 

  “Jack you feel so good,” you moaned out as you let your eyes open to see he was starring at you watching every face you made.

  Your eyes connected with his brown ones and you could have almost came on this spot but you really wanted this moment to last a bit longer. Jack had other ideas. He snapped his hips hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He was pulling those beautiful noises from you he enjoyed so much and the man couldn't help but to smirk at the sight in front of him.

  “Come on angel cum for me,” he growled the words in your ear and you feel apart.

  You were almost positive that this was the hardest you had ever came in your life and probably the quickest. Jack was almost positive that this was the most beautiful thing he would ever lay his eyes on for the rest of his life. You completely blissed out, eyes screwed shut, mouth agape with moans escaping those sweet lips, your entire body shaking from the pleasure, it was all overwhelming to him. He soon followed you and came deep inside you pulling one more breathless moan from you before your body collapsed in his arms. He and the stool were the only two things that were keeping you upright. You gave yourself a few moments to collect yourself, hiding behind your still closed eyelids before your slowly opened them. A weak and sleepy smile spread across your face as you looked up at the man over you. You jump when the washer going off sounds from the laundry room and it sets you both in a fit of laughter.

  “I guess that is my cue to unfortunately get up,” you laugh before reaching up and planting one last kiss to Jack’s lips.

  “I’ll let you go get those and I’ll whip something up to eat okay?” Jack spoke after kissing you back deeply.

  “Sounds good.”

  Jack slid out of you and you couldn't help the whimper at the loss of him. He kissed your forehead before helping you up. You fixed your clothes and after a nice little swat to you ass and a playful wink in your direction you and Jack headed your separate ways. You couldn't help but to laugh and shake your head at him. You pulled the clothes from the washer into the basket and started for the backyard. You stopped and looked toward the kitchen where Jack had already rid of his jacket and hat. He wore nothing but his jeans and a grey t-shirt now, his hair a mess, a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder and you could hear him softly singing to the song playing. Your cowboy had returned to you safe and sound once again. You smiled at the sight and the relief that it gave you before you dropped the clothes basket and joining him in the kitchen. 

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[midnightinterventions]

hey you got drugs?

I always attempt to keep my feelings very closed off from the world. I have always been known to be too sensitive or feel too much when I allow myself to let the emotions flow, and it just leaves me feeling out of control. I hate feeling depressed or anxious and just feeling like I’m not me, so I usually will just hope the feelings I feel pass and that it’s just a hormone thing, to be honest. 

But then, I screwed up. Bad. Feelings wise. I hate myself so much for it so I’m just sitting here all day just trying not to cry because crying makes me feel weak and makes me feel like I’m a dumb teenager again but Jesus when I feel so much I can’t even help it. One thing triggers another and then I’m stuck sulking about everything that even affects me just a little bit. 

I just… it’s always him. It always has to be him that triggers my emotions just the slightest and I end up just clenching my fists and whispering under my breath, “damnit,” and just trying not to let the dam of emotions break all over the place. 

I tried so hard to not let myself get this way again because I knew it was coming when I contacted him. I would be waiting for the signs and the text messages and just everything that comes with us being “just friends.” The past couple days being home I was waiting to just hang out with him and by coincidence we were at the mall at the same time and we talked about seeing a movie earlier that day so we went to a stupid 10:45pm movie that was stupidly two and a half hours long. It was a movie I hated and I went anyway cause he said no one else wanted to go and the little weakness in me was like ‘haha YEa I’ll go with you’ and so we went and I liked the stupid movie even thought I hate action movies and then when we got outside the moon looked really pretty and I wanted to cry and damnit he played my dumb CDs I made him months ago on the ride home and we sat their in the uttermost comfortable silence and La Lune came on and he didn’t even change it until the last second and I just wanted to die right there because I knew how screwed I was I knew it was a good day and I knew a good day means my dumb guarded wall was gonna collapse and I was going to let all of these dumb feelings get to my head and here I am just feeling so powerless and sad and just….. ugh. 

A good day quickly turns to a bad day when all my emotions just finally show up and start poking at me with stupidness and I want to blame my birth control for not working but I know it’s working just fine and I want to blame the Cancer in me or just anything that doesn’t make me face the fact that it’s me. And it’s a me in love. A me that just wants to hold my stupid ex’s hand and cuddle with him and listen to music and just get what I want so I can stop fucking crying and letting every little comment or thing get to me because I’m so damn vulnerable. 

I hate and love this because I finally don’t feel like my reality is a lie. I feel so much. I feel happy and sad and mad and just full on emotional and sensitive and it’s amazing but awful at the same time. He’s the only one who makes me feel so much like myself but not myself at the same time. He makes me laugh the loudest but cry the hardest. I just never feel so much until he’s in my life and everything feels right but it shouldn’t and I’m just stuck writing in a dumb blog until I can figure out how to get control again.