I zipped up my suitcase and looked up at Grayson who was sitting on the bed, deep in thought. I had been staying here in his parents home in New Jersey for the last couple days with Grayson before he jetted of to Mexico to start the International leg of his tour. Now was the time that I had to fly back to LA without him and it broke my heart to leave him again. “Y/N I really don’t want you to go. We have only been together five days and your leaving again” he said looking down at his feet. I sighed heavily, stood up and sat next to him on the bed. “Grayson we knew that you going on tour wasn’t always going to be easy. The last five days have been amazing, I love being here and spending time with you and your family but I have a life back in LA. I already put so much on hold to fly out and see you I need to go back for a bit.” I said, he didn’t make eye contact with me once, I knew how much this hurt him but it had to be done. “I know, I know I just miss you so much when your away and it is so hard to act happy when I’m so sad your not here.” He finally looked into my eyes, god why did he have to be so perfect it just made things harder. “Listen Gray, your going to Mexico to do a show in front of people who adore you. You get to meet them and make them so happy. This is the kind of thing your only going to experience once so you need to make the most of it. I will always be here and I don’t want you to regret not having the best time ever.” He cracked a little smile and pulled me onto his lap wrapping me in a bear hug. “Your so wise, I love you so much Y/N.” he whispered into my hair. “I love you more Gray.” We sat there on his bed for a while cuddling and talking until Ethan called out that the Uber was here to take me to the airport. Grayson wheeled my suitcase outside and the Uber driver put it in the trunk before getting back into the car. I pulled Grayson in for a kiss and then wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him tight for a second. I couldn’t bare to look at his sad eyes so I let him go, swung open the car door, sat down and slammed the door behind me. The car took off and I felt a little piece of me die inside. “You okay?” the driver asked me. I faked a smile “Yeah I’ll be okay.”
older now, you care less what others think of you.
you wear jersey cotton every day and revel in the softness. you sway back and forth as you think, gently rocking to the beat beat beat of your heart. you unabashedly cover your ears, block out the unforgiving hum of the ceiling fan and the unrelenting attack of the building’s alarm.
you look at hands instead of faces, gestures instead of expressions. you make people wait when you lose your train of thought. you are unashamed of firmly stating your needs, your limitations and fiercely, defiantly unapologetic when people are angry that they’re true.
older now, you wear purple, midnight, self-confidence–
I jump when I hear
the door upstairs slam. I scurry over to the window just in time to see Janay
quickly walking to her car. “Damn…what the fuck happened?” I worry that maybe
David did some stupid shit and I snatch up my keys, lock my door and storm
upstairs. I start to bang loudly but then don’t want to alarm him so I have the
upper hand. Instead I knock softly and just as he opens the door I become
keenly aware of my hard nipples and exposed shoulders and thighs in my short,
jersey, strapless dress. The metallic silver threads shimmer when the soft glow
in his living room falls on me. He stands staring at me unsure what to do as his
long dick hard, swings freely! My eyes are glued on his dick as my heart beats
fast slow I shake my vision and look at him but I’m speechless. He’s deep brown
eyes have the same effect on me as I stand there thinking to myself, ‘I know
he’s seen me, I know he’s noticed me watching him, I know he heard me last
night rubbing my clit calling his name.’ His lips part and I watch in slow
motion as the words leave his mouth, “You live below me right?” His thunderous
tone rumbles past my ear drums down into my soul as passion brews between my
thighs I swallow down lust and air struggling to combat the electrical pull as
he steps forward and pulls me inside.
Our lips press hard
together as his tongue slides across mine I melt within his grasp while he
roughly rips my dress off my body. He’s brows are narrowed as he bites my neck
lightly and slams me against the wall. I counter him just as rough biting his
earlobe and kissing down chest. My lips graze his swollen head and surprisingly
he grabs my arms bringing me back to up to his mouth. I’m confused I’ve never
had a man deny me his dick! I gasp as he lifts me up off my feet and pulls hard
on my g-string ripping it off my hips! “Shit!” I say remembering the price of
those limited edition rhinestone panties! Seconds later he’s on top of me on a
plush comforter, tearing open a magnum with his teeth. I bite my lip watching
as his dick struggles to fit. “Fuck!” he says. He reaches back in a drawer and
turns a box upside down, nothing falls out. I remember my box of condoms next
to bed in my drawer, but I don’t want to fucking leave! What if he changes his
mind? “Fuck!” I say dropping my head to the bed. He COULD just pull out. Dammit
but him and Janay must have been doing something, and she’s been fucking Kelvin
who’s been fucking Marissa who’s been every fucking where! Abruptly I jump up
and he yells behind me, “Wait I’m sorry!” I slow down when my feet hit the
hardwood floors in the living room so I don’t slide into the door and knock
myself out! “Two seconds!” I yell and I dash out the door not even closing it
as I skip by two down the stairs fumble with my keys and run into my bedroom; I
grab the whole box of large magnums and quickly lock the door dashing back up
the steps not even realizing I left my keys on the bed. I slam his front door
close, lock it, run and jump onto his bed ripping the box open as fast as I
can. He starts laughing. “You know you’re butt ass naked right?” I look at his gorgeous
Morris Chestnut smile and open the condom with my teeth. His eyes light up with
desire as he takes the condom from me and lies back against the pillows. “O now
you want a blowjob?” He chuckles and gropes my ass as I slide my tongue across
his smooth balls of chocolate, up his veiny shaft while it bobs against my
face. Slowly I take one of his balls into my mouth and suck on it as if caramel
were going to seep out. “Mmmmmm…..” he moans when I massage his asshole while sliding
my tongue up to the head of his dick around the edge as he squeezes my ass
tighter. I take his dick into my mouth and bob slowly pressing my tongue tight
against his dick as it slides up and down
his dick, my lips remained suctioned around his dick. “O FUCK!” he moans
hitting his head against the headboard. I take long sucks on his dick as it
fills up my mouth, his hand drops down to my inner thigh, squeezing it tight as
I pick up speed and continue rubbing his asshole with my finger. He begins
thrusting into my mouth faster and faster. “Shit! Shit!” I know he’s getting
close and if he hasn’t noticed my pussy juices dripping down my thighs I’m
extremely turned on! I can’t take it anymore and let his dick loose as I snatch
the condom from his hand and quickly pull it down over his dick. Without hesitation
I straddle him planting both my hands on his rock hard chest and begin bouncing
His eyes grow wide
and both of his hands grab my breasts tight as I bounce uncontrollably on his
dick moaning, sinking my nails into his chest! “O Fuck! O Fuck!” he moans as I
breathe hard I concentrate on his dick rolling my hips until his dick hits my
spot. Leaning back on him I finally got the right angle and I moan loudly,
“Ooooooooo…..” and close my eyes. I move my feet to either sides of his hips
and lean back putting my hands on his knees, parting my legs wide giving him
full view of his dick thrusting in and out of my pussy! “O MY FUCKING GOD!” he
moans holding my ankles tight as I pump my pussy on his dick, she soaks him as
I scream into the floorboards of the apartment upstairs! “OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” My
body shakes as he continues thrusting inside me, I soon catch a second wave and
smile as he yells out, “O FUCK!” bouncing hard on the spring mattress as he
thrusts deep. Lazily I sit up on his dick as he lies on the bed. Gently I rise
up off his dick and lie down next to him looking up at the roof. “Hit the
light.” He says starling me. “I can stay?” He laughs, “What the fuck? I ripped
that damn dress, and you don’t have your keys so I know you left ‘em! I’m not
sending you out there naked or getting up to get you no clothes! I’ll pick your
lock in the morning.” I slide off the bed smiling and hit the switch. He’s
already maneuvered under the covers when I return and I slide in to join him.
Before my head hits the pillow I feel the warmth of his body on my back. It’s a
strange feeling since I’m used to sleeping alone. ‘Don’t get sprung Ashley….
Don’t get sprung!’
Two hours later I
moan so loud I wake myself up! I feel his breathe on my ear and I realize I’m
not dreaming! His dick plunges deeper inside me as I grip the sheets tight, his
fingers dig into my hips as his strokes my pussy hard and deep. “Damn you’re so
fucking tight!” He moans and I respond in pleasure as he slides his hand in between
my thighs gripping my right thigh tight as he lifts it up and thrusts faster.
“David! David!” I yell and as if calling his name were an expresso shot, he
pumps his hips faster and I scream louder as the headboard bangs against the
wall! “O FUCK! O FUCK DAVID!” I don’t know how I didn’t rip a hole in those
sheets I was squeezing them so tight burying my face in the pillow as I
screamed, “AAAAAAAAAHHH!” He continues thrusting until I hear him echo my
muffled scream, “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!” His dick throbs inside me as he lowers my leg
and snuggles up next to me. Within seconds we’re sound asleep. Janay just
missed out on some good dick!
It was the Saturday before I was to start at the new Hospital.
I had no real plans but I did want to get up and head to the park and get a
couple miles in. It had been forever since I went to the park. Hell that’s
where this whole thing begun in the park. I pushed it to the back of my
thoughts. I couldn’t help but replay the moment I bust my ass, when Janay and I
first met. Funny how life brings people together. Apart of me was hoping I
could see her in the park today. It had been a week since the elevator and I
was still loathing about not having said more. She was a good woman and I had a
weak moment. I should have known better.
I finished my run feeling a tad
better, having aired some of my thoughts out. I decided to hit up this juice
bar on the other side of town not too far from what was now the old place of
employment. They had a really good mango pineapple fruit smoothie. For some
reason I was craving it. The road was busier than normal for a Saturday. The wait in traffic made the smoothie that
much more delicious. I headed back towards the house. I was cruising 24th
approaching Davis. The light had just turned yellow and I started slowing. The
car behind me honked, whipped around me and sped through the light. A perfect
storm was created as a car travel on Davis caught the green light in stride.
The car coming up Davis smashed the asshole car that whipped from behind me
dead center. The shit was surreal. It happened in slow motion, I watched as
glass shattered and trickled down to the asphalt. I was frozen in dismay for a
full 5 seconds before put my car in park and hopped out to render aid or
assistance. I was the first witness to reach the cars. I was closest to the car
that had been traveling up Davis, so naturally I peered into that one. The
driver door was jammed shut, so I went for the backdoor. The driver was slumped
over, unconscious so it appeared. I poked my head into the car. “Hey, hey you
ok?” I called out. There was no response, only a faint moan. The smell of fuel
permeated my nostrils. I knew this was no place to be I rushed to the passenger
side of the car and was able to successful pry that door open. I reached in and
began to slide the driver out of the car. As I laid the victim down on the
pavement I noticed it was Marissa who I was rescuing. For a split second I was
torn. The faint sound of my name brought me back to reality. Looking down at
her I went into doctor mode. “Are you in any pain?”
“It’s… It’s hard to breathe.” It
was a struggle for her to even get that out.
“It’s ok Marissa I got you.” The
sirens distantly started to come about. I put my ear to her chest. She was
wheezing heavily, trying to breathe. I was convinced she had a collapsed lung.
I couldn’t tell which of the two were collapsed. I kept her calm and spoke to
her until the medics arrived. All the animosity that once consumed me when it
came to her. Misfortune had erased that for a moment’s time. I saw her off and let the EMTs know what I
had suspected her injury to be. I was familiar with the team and let them know
she was one of our own in the medical field. I was glad I had been in the right place at
the right time. I stayed and gave a witness statement as to what transpired.
This whole thing should have been avoided. As I pulled into the driveway a text
from Sammy came in. He needed a few scripts and was checking up on me. I let
him know we were all set and that I was A1. In all realness though I was in a
surreal place, with all that took place. I was really regretting not talking to
I ran the scripts up to Sammy
over at the store and chopped it up briefly. On my way back I rolled by Janay’s
spot. I wanted to get this weight off my chest. I rang the bell a couple of
times, but I didn’t get an answer though. I went home a little deflated and
decided to make me a drink. I went through my contacts, I was feeling like some
sensual company. I stopped at Janay’s name, I couldn’t move on. Putting the
phone down, I grabbed the remote and went to ESPN. The game was a complete blow
out. It was as if nothing was going to be able to take my thoughts off her. Her
smoothness, her smile, cute laugh, soft lips, her attentiveness, supple breast,
tight ass. I was missing my woman. I yearned for finger tips to dig into my
chest. The way she used to sink her teeth into my neck when she rode me. I
poured a double of this Honey Jack I was on and peered at my galaxy. I was
wrestling with the idea of making the call. I picked it up and unlocked it. I
was right back on her contact info. I hovered momentarily and said fuck it. The
phone rang in my ear and I had the inclination that she wouldn’t even pick up.
“Hello.” There was a silence.
“Hello.” Just the sound of her voice was a melodic master piece.
“I miss you woman.” Silence fell
upon the phone. “I…”
“Kelvin I don’t if I can do
“I’ve had a rough day Nay, put a
ton of shit in prospective.”
“I heard what you did for Marissa
this afternoon. I couldn’t help but think of how I was there for you when
things got crazy. I wanted to call you when I heard. But I wouldn’t allow
myself to.” The emotion in her tone was evident.
“But look, I called you and here
we are. I want this, I want us, I want you. This is something special, I know
it now. I refused to see it then. But I can no longer ignore this, ignore the
greatness you possess. I just want to make good on you.”
Phury smiled as he held Nalla in his heavily muscled arms. The little girl who looked like a replica of him and his twin brother would always hold a special place in his heart.
Long fingers threaded through her blonde, red and brown curls, so very much like his own, only his hair was wavy rather than curly.
Nalla cooed at her uncle, enjoying his ministrations. Her bright yellow eyes looking up at him with such pure happiness. She was dressed in a little Red Soxs jersey and matching shorts along with socks and running shoes. Phury was sure Vishous and/or Butch had gotten a hold of her before first meal this evening and dressed her. Not surprising considering there was a game on this evening and the guys always made sure Nalla watched it with them, cheering for the ‘home’ team.
Phury sat down at the table with Nalla in his lap, moving the silverware out of the young’s reach before she could even think to reach for it.
It was much darker by the time Luke came out of the rooms following his game, the coldest part of the night having arrived. You smiled hopefully when you saw him; bag slung over his shoulder, hair wet from a shower he either just had or spent the last two hours standing in.
“Hey there, Superstar.” You grinned softly as he approached his car, pulling the blanket from your lap and jumping down off the hood. He looked up and gave you a sad smile, totally defeated by their loss, the jersey you were wearing with his name on the back making his heart jump. “What are you thinking, where do you wanna go?”
As long as I’ve got your attention RE: Stan and the Journals, allow me to remind you that anything written in Journal 3 up to the events of Scary-Oke, Stan had the opportunity to read.
Meaning he saw the page with the scribbled out sailboat. Saw Ford’s occasional wistful memories of him looking for the Jersey Devil with Ford or defending him from kids at show and tell.
He saw Ford talking about “his muse,” and the fast, horrible, inevitable decline that anyone reading the journal could see coming from a mile away. He read every bit of pain and paranoia and suffering Ford wrote into those pages in 1982.
He saw what Dipper and Mabel wrote too. He learned they’d been inside his mind, and that Dipper had seen some memories he’d probably have rather kept hidden. As well as at least one that he was probably glad to have shared, however unknowingly.
He also learned about some of the dangerous things the kids had been doing that he might not have been fully aware of.
That said, it could have been much worse.
He could have read the journal after the events of Sock Opera.
Mikey was ten years old the first time he realized that he wasn’t straight. He could remember, distinctly, looking in a magazine of his mother’s and seeing a shirtless movie star on some white sandy beach.
He could remember his heart suddenly pounding and his face going red before he hurriedly closed it and went to do something else. That was weird.
Those feelings never subsided and by the time he was fifteen, Mikey was fully aware that he definitely, and absolutely was not straight.
In their home in New Jersey, Mikey was sitting in the living room. He was home alone with his brother, Gerard, who, Mikey guessed was also probably not straight. Bi, at least. Or maybe pansexual.
Mikey had always wondered about Gerard. They talked a lot, and Mikey considered him to be his best friend, but never about that. Mikey didn’t know if there was a specific reason… Or what.
Mikey was zoned out, watching television. It seemed like they were always home alone. Their parents worked constantly. It was nice, Mikey thought to himself, it almost felt like he and Gerard were the ones who were living together.
“Just ask him, dude,” said Vert, leaning against the lockers. He had an arm slung over his boyfriend, Zoom, who was wearing his football jersey. Zoom nodded in agreement and Spinner sighed, looking over his shoulder to where Zemerick, leader of the chess club, was arguing with Tezz.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” asked Zoom, flashing him a smile.
Spinner sighed. “A lot,” he said, but he trudged off to Zemerick anyway - his heart in his throat and his stomach in knots.
One way or another, today, he found out how Zemerick felt about him.
What I took away from “The Gang Goes to Hell: Part 2″:
• This was mostly a bottle episode - an episode shot with the main cast only on one set. This type of filming forces you to focus on the characters interactions rather than the distractions of outside action.
• The Gang’s individual perception of what a secret is. Dee kept it silly and light by ratting Mac out about the jersey, Mac went a little deeper with Charlie switching Frank’s prescription to keep him dependent (which says a TON about Charlie/Frank’s codependency), and Dennis stabbing Mac in the heart so palpably with his secret that my own breath caught in my throat.
• Super important that we learned that Luther had been writing to Mac - no matter that it was requests for porn and drugs - this is what his father’s love looks like to Mac, is communication in any form. It doesn’t matter to Mac what is said - that’s always been evident, even out of his own mouth during Part 1: “You don’t have to mean it. You just have to say it.”
• Dennis found a way to calm Charlie down when he gets frenzied - whether this is legit or to be used later by Dennis as a manipulation tactic is to be determined (I like to think it’s legit lol).
• Dennis’s “I love you” to Dee is like WOW damn. However you take it…it was so Dee of her to blow him off like he means nothing to her. He kinda deserves it. He truly loves her! <3
• Following each other to their (suspected) deaths…wow, that was riveting to me. They were just going to sit there and tough it out until their lungs tore and burst…and the hand holding was unbelievably bittersweet…
• This was the first episode where I think it’s becoming apparent that everyone hates Mac and wants him to suffer because that’s what he does to them. He weasels them into situations they definitely don’t want to be in and in turn, well, was that Dennis trying to keep him underwater at the end? I couldn’t see.
• Mac top Dennis bottom confirmed but of course they’re vers in my world. It just happens
The first thing Tom Wilson did when you walked on the ice was slap one of the caps on your head, fixing it so it looked nice, laughing as you looked up at him confused. “I know how you love your caps Y/N.”. You felt your heart flutter at the fact that despite having just won the cup and having an assist on the game winning goal, Tom saw the caps being passed around and thought right away of getting one for you. You looked at him adoringly, hands gripping his jersey gently, tugging him down, your lips connected. Some of the sweat on his face, fell down into yours, but you didn’t care, it was warm kiss full of tenderness, not the excitement you had been expecting. It was kiss full of hardworking months, aching muscles, skype calls, a black eye, and Michael Latta laying on your couch after being benched for another game (I had to). You pulled away, Tom smiling at you pulling you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. “Do you want to meet Lord Stanley?” He asked as Niklas Backstrom skated towards you guys, Tom’s arms left you going to grip the Cup. You looked at it in awe, tears coming to your eyes, Tom looked at make you smiling large as he saw your reaction, Tom loved how you loved hockey just as much as he did. Your hand went forward to touch its surface, but your hand went back as you looked up at Tom, “I can touch it right? I mean I know others can, but we are still on the ice and it’s yours, you guys fought for it, maybe I shouldn’t touch it yet…” You ranted, you heard a familiar chuckle behind you, a hand landed on you shoulder. Alex Ovechkin smiled down at you, a slightly more toothless grin than 2 hockey periods ago. “You girls are just as much a part of this team as us, but if that isn’t enough, you have the Captain’s permission to touch the Cup Y/N.” Ovechkin patted Tom on the back, chuckling with him skating away jumping on Oshie’s back who was behind Tom. You didn’t need to be told twice, your hand touched the smooth surface, a breath leaving you feeling the beauty of hockey embrace you, reading the names on the cup. You loved this sport, your eyes moved up connecting with Tom’s, who told you the same thing you knew yours said, and I love you just as much.
A risky trip into the hospital this week to see and shoot once more before demolition begins. Been here so many times and it’ll always hold a place in my lil urbex heart.
This campus is guarded by 24 hour security. They do rounds over the whole campus hourly and leave the gates open in the front, I’m sure for any local cops to come through if needed. If you are looking to go here anytime soon- PLEASE be mindful of these circumstances.
when did jack sign bitty’s jersey. like did he mail him a signed one or did he bring it to madison over the summer or did he visit bitty at the haus or did bitty visit him in providence i need to know
the baby sized zimmermann jersey. fuck
snowy looks like he’d rather be literally anywhere else and i love his emo ass
marty!!!!! and jack!!!!!! speaking quebecois!!!!!! “kiddo”
so marty is jack’s big bro i mean they even have similar blue eyes and great jawlines okay don’t argue with me on this
derek nurse. is ur aesthetic so important that u cannot dress with the rest of ur team. honestly
chowder!!!! wearing ur sharks hoodie underneath the falcs merch oh my god i love u
J ACK YOUR HEART EYES
BITTY AND JACK LOOKING AT EACH OTHER THROUGH THE GLASS
BITTY CHECKED SOMEONE BITTY DID IT HE IS A HERO BITTY IS THE REAL MVP IM SO PROUD
jack and shitty’s reaction lmaoooooooo @ the fry guy im really sorry
“there you go, #15!”
“there you go, #15!”
“there you go, #15!”
“there you go, #15!”
h e l p
okay just. just look at jack and bitty here. like it’s so obvious they want to touch each other but they have no clue how to make it seem platonic so jack’s hands are in his pockets and bitty’s holding his own arm and
jack laurent zimmermann, aka the #1 dork, offers his boyfriend a fist bump
just bros being bros yknow
“i heard he was really hard on you” hold up jzimms is that an innuendo my son u have truly come so far like just look at this okay. he’s still feeling guilty about being a douche in bitty’s frog year and bitty’s all like “he knew what was good for me” and jack just fucking
WINKS. THIS IS THE FACE OF A MAN WHO KNOWS HE’S GONNA GET LAID
jack lAURENT ZIMMERMANN WINKED AT ERIC RICHARD BITTLE LADIES AND GENTS THIS IS A MONUMENTAL MOMENT
my smol boys tango and whiskey getting all excited over jack r i p