I awoke to steady rhythm of two things:
the droplets of the rain landing on the roof, and the beating of the heart in the chest I slept on. And, sadly, the sound of my iPhone’s alarm. I groaned, rolling onto my side, away from Grayson’s embrace. I tapped my phone repeatedly until the much-dreaded sound finally came to a halt. I yawned, my hand covering my mouth as I sat up in bed. I rubbed my eyes, my vision finally clearing up. The room was still grey, and quiet. I peered out the window to see a steady downfall of peaceful rain. I gazed through the glass, mesmerized by the patterns of the droplets, and the slow rumbling of the thunder. It was not fair to have to go to school on a day meant for sleeping, cuddling, listening to music, watching movies, and staying in bed.
After a moment, I groaned lightly, slipping my legs off the queen-sized bed, and onto the soft, white, rug. Before attempting to make my way to the bathroom to begin getting ready, I heard a groan, and adjustment of the white covers. Grayson rolled on his left side, towards me, and moved his bare, muscular arms around where I was lying before. He tried finding me, barely conscious, when he finally realized I was no longer there. I held my giggle in, and instead stretched out to place my hand on his hopeless one. His fingers twitched a bit, noticing my presence. He tightened his grip, intertwining his fingers with mine. His face was buried in the white pillow, hidden from my sight. He slowly, and lazily, lifted his head up a few inches, his eyes opened a crack.
His sharp jawline was revealed making me feel the urge to trace it with my finger, though I resisted. His dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as he put on one of his classic smirks. His dimples appeared, making me melt. He rubbed his eyes, before fluttering his eyelids open once again.
“Why are you up?” he mumbled. His voice was low, and groggy, though sexy all at the same time. He stared up at me, no matter how hard it was for him to keep his eyes open, even for just a second. I grinned, threading my fingers through my shoulder-length, wavy, brunette hair.
“School, remember?” I reminded him. He shook his head, moving towards me. He wrapped his toned arms around my waist. I was covered with one of Grayson’s sweatshirts, which went down to my upper-thigh. Besides that, I wore only a lacy black bralette underneath, panties, hidden by the sweatshirt, and grey knit socks, that went up over my ankles.
He pulled me back into bed, and into his warm, safe, embrace. I laughed, though, gave up on the whole fighting back part. It was impossible to reject one of Grayson’s cuddles. His arms stayed around my waist, and the side of his face rested in the crook of my neck. He pulled the covers back over us, and sighed.
“Now, isn’t this better than school?” he whispered in my ear. I shook my head, yes, causing him to hold me a little tighter. My eyelids began to get a bit heavy once again as I listened to Grayson’s steady breath, along with the steady beat of the rain.
“Gray…” I began, my eyelids slowly shutting. I fought it, but lost completely.
“Shh…” he whispered from behind my ear. I finally shook myself out of it. I couldn’t miss a whole day of high school. That would cause twice the amount of stress the next day.
“Gray, you can stay here all day. My parents won’t be home until late tomorrow night. But, I can’t skip,” I explained, slipping out of his embrace, and onto the floor. I stood, staring down at the beautiful human. He held himself up on his elbow, gazing at me. He sighed, shaking his head in disagreement.
“I can’t let you do that,” he protested. I raised my eyebrow, crossing my arms.
“Yeah, and why’s that?” I questioned, with a smirk. His eyes scanned me, head to toe.
“It’s practically a law that you can’t let a girlfriend, as beautiful and perfect as you are, go to a school full of guys— without her boyfriend.” I rolled my eyes playfully.
“It is, huh?” I laughed. He grinned at the sound. He nodded confidently.
“Well then.” His eyes lit up, in hope, his teeth showing in his grin. “Guess you’ll just have to come with me, then, huh?” I tricked.
He moaned, a smirk still on his face, as he fell out of bed, and approached me. His bare upper body revealed his muscles, which moved with every step. He wore baggy, grey, Nike sweatpants, which rested on his hips. He wrapped his tan, muscular, arms around my back, as I wrapped mine lazily around his neck. We both closed our eyes, and rested our heads on each other’s shoulders, still waking up. He sighed.
“I guess so,” he whispered, in my ear. “But I’m not going to school today to learn anything, just so you know,” he stated in his groggy voice. I laughed softly.
“Oh, I know, Gray,” I joked, before I slipped out of his grip, and began getting ready for the long day ahead of me.
* * *
We stepped out in the rain, dressed in our lazy day outfits. Grayson kept on his sweatpants, and threw on a loose white teeshirt, and his black Nike sneakers. Gray insisted on having me wear his sweatshirt, instead of a tighter, a bit more revealing top I wanted to wear. I wore the sweatshirt, along with super skinny, jeans, with a few rips at the knees, and thighs. I rolled the hem up a few inches, and threw on my converse. After applying a bit of makeup, and letting my wavy brunette hair down, I called it a look. Though Gray wasn’t too happy with the super tight pants, with my “ass for all to see”, he had to deal. I wouldn’t be wearing a potato sack for all to see.
We jumped into Gray’s silver Jeep, and turned up the music. He played a few of his favorites songs, along with mine. He tried singing along terribly, mostly just to make me laugh, and get me awake. He intertwined his fingers with mine, between our two seats, and relaxed back into his seat at my touch.
To my surprise, he pulled into the Starbucks drive through, and ordered my favorite coffee for me, along with his. He knew all the extra details to my order, and ordered the size I always asked for. We shared a grin as he passed me the warm coffee. He sure does know what I love most.
“Thank you, Gray,” I smiled at him as I cupped the drink in my hands. He paused, staring into my grateful eyes. It was a small gesture, buying the coffee, but to me, it’s the small things in life that count.
“Anything for you, Ellie,” he replied, wrapping his hand gently around my neck, and pulling in to peck my cheek. His lips lingered there for a moment, causing my heart to flutter.
I began to sip the hot drink, as I gazed out the window, at the grey fog, and rain droplets. This was by far my favorite kind of weather. Grayson played a soft, calm, acoustic, as we pulled into our high school’s crowded parking lot. He shut off the car, and hurried around to my side, to open the door for me. No matter if we’ve been dating for six months already, he never stopped acting like it was our first date. I thanked him with a tired grin, and threw my backpack over my shoulder. He did the same, as we began walking beside each other towards the school doors. I yawned covering my mouth with my hand. Due to that, a small tear crept out of my eye. I hated when my eyes teared up like this. I couldn’t even bare to walk, I was so exhausted.
“We can still turn around, now, and go back home,” Grayson smirked, as he wiped my tired tear away with his thumb, cupping my cheek for a moment. I shook my head, trying my hardest to refuse.
“I wish, Gray, I really do,” I said softly, before yawning once more. He chuckled, not pushing it.
“Hi”s, and “hello”s were said on our way through the busy parking lot. Gray narrowed his eyes at all the guys who gave me an impressed look, or at whoever who whistled obnoxiously. I reached and held his hand to assure him that it was okay. He looked at our hands, before deciding it wasn’t good enough. He snuggled me in his arm, around my neck. I leaned into his shoulder, my eyes barely awake. He led the way, through more of the students.
You would think guys would get the memo that I’m taken by now, after six months of publicly being with Gray— but no. Grayson wasn’t all about that part, either. He wanted everyone to know that I was his. That’s one of the reasons he likes me wearing one of his sweatshirts.
He squeezed me a bit tighter in his arms, protectively, for a moment, before hesitantly letting me out of his arms.
“Come to Ms. Baker’s room during study hall.” I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Why?” I questioned. He grinned.
“Because that’s where I’ll be.” I giggled. “And, she let’s us take a nap, but that’s just a bonus,” he smirked. I nodded.
“Yes… the sleeping part doesn’t even matter to me,” I said sarcastically. He chuckled, before the bell rung, allowing us to go to our lockers before class starts. He cupped my cheeks with his hands, and kissed my forehead softly, my eyes closed softly. His lips lingered there for a moment, just the way I liked it.
“See you then, beautiful.” He paused, before staring down at my lips. He knew I didn’t like showing off our relationship to everyone— I hated when couples did that when I was single— but at this moment, he didn’t care. He took a moment before crashing his soft lips against mine, causing butterflies to have a party in my stomach. I smiled against his lips, along with him. “I love you,” he whispered, inches away from my lips. I stared up into his eyes.
“I love you, too,” I grinned, before stepping away, and down the hallway, towards my locker. I glanced back to catch him staring at me with a big, stupid grin on his face.
* * *
Science was the most miserable hour of the day. Mr. Reynolds rambled on the entire class, all about the college application process (for whatever reason, in Science class), and all about the process of dissecting frogs. An odd combination. My head was in my hand, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I would often spend the class jotting down notes excessively. Today, my blank notebook page sat in front of me, along with a untouched pen.
As much as I do adore the rain, it does have it’s effects on me, which is making me want to sleep the entire day. No matter how much sleep I received last night, I felt as if I haven’t slept in days.
“Ellie,” I heard from beside me. I barely opened my eyes, to see Luke grinning beside me. He was a blonde, tan kid, on the lacrosse team, with Grayson. I would= say he was a friend of mine— but not close. More like a classmate. He revealed his pearly white teeth, as he stared at me. I shook my head out of my daze, and sat up, lazily.
“Yeah?” I whispered, hoping Mr. Reynolds wouldn’t hear us. I rubbed my eyes. He chuckled lowly.
“If you want, I can take you home, or back to my place, or something. You seem pretty out of it, today.” I took a moment to process what he’d said, when my eyes widened. Did he just ask to take me back to his place? Oh gosh, I wonder what Grayson would be thinking if he knew this was happening.
“Oh,” I stuttered. Thankfully, the bell rung loudly. I blinked, before throwing my notebook and pencil in my backpack, and throwing it over my shoulder, before stumbling on my feet. He smirked at my nervous fumble. “I’m okay, really, I should get going to study hall,” I stuttered out. He looked a bit disappointed, but kept the smirk on his face, as he continued to stare at my features. I nodded, before leaving the classroom as soon as possible. I glanced back, to see his eyes on me. As I entered the busy hallway, I silently wished I wouldn’t be seeing him for the rest of the day, and promised myself to avoid him.
* * *
I dragged myself across the building, to Ms. Baker’s classroom. I dizzily entered through the doorway, to see a crowded, but silent classroom. About twenty students were across the room, sitting in their desks. I scanned the room, my eyes weak, and slow. I spotted Ms. Baker, sitting in the front, on her computer. I walked over, and handed her the pass I’d received to come her for study hall. She nodded, taking it, with no eye contact. I could tell she was having a rough day, as well.
“Sit wherever, and do anything that won’t give me a headache,” she mumbled, her eyes still on her screen. I nodded, with barely enough energy to talk. I turned my head, to try to find Grayson. He sat in the middle row, looking playfully angry at the guy who had sat beside him. I held in my laugh, and instead crossed my arms playfully, and shrugged. I tore my eyes away from Gray’s, and looked for an empty seat. Thankfully, I’d found one. I walked over, and put my bag down, before realizing who sat directly beside it— Luke. He sketched in a thick notebook of his, before glancing up at me. He grinned automatically. He gestured to the empty seat. I politely smiled a bit, before taking a seat. I crossed my arms on my desk, and laid my head in them. Before I could close my eyes, I felt a vibration from my phone, gripped loosely in my hand. I brought the screen towards my eyes, and read the text, still in the same, tired, position.
he’s staring at you
i don’t like this
I lifted my head, before turning to see Luke gazing upon me. He grinned. “Sleepy?” he asked, oddly. I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Uh— yeah…” I answered, unsurely. I turned my head towards Gray. His eyes were fixated on Luke in a glare. His jaw was clenched, and his knee shook up and down in annoyance, and nerves. I looked back at my phone, hiding the screen from Luke as I typed.
What do I do, then? He’s been doing this all day…
Grayson read the text, and met his wide, angered eyes with my tired ones, before gesturing for me to come to him, with his hand. I briefly glanced back at Luke, before slipping away, and going over towards Gray. I kneeled beside his desk, looking up at him as he began to speak.
“Can you just…” he began uneasily, and nervously, as he glanced up at Luke. “can you just stay here?” he asked softly. I blinked a few times, as I watched him stare at Luke uncomfortably.
“Where would I sit, then?” I whispered. Grayson looked back at Luke, and stood up out of his seat. He walked around the desk, inches from me.
“You sit here, okay?” he whispered. “Get your sleep in.” I looked up at his eyes, which continued to glare at Luke, who was clueless to what was going on. I grabbed his hand, and gave it a reassuring squeeze, causing Grayson to meet my eyes once again. I smiled softly, before letting go of his hand, and sliding into Grayson’s past seat. He grabbed his phone of the desk, and made his way over to my previous seat. I watched him closely as Luke’s mouth lipped words of which I couldn’t hear. Grayson replied, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. I tried watching for other signs, but it was too quiet, and this desk was just so oddly comfortable…
“Uh, hey?” Luke said with confusion. “Where’d Ellie go?” he questioned, putting his pencil down. I crossed my arms, as I tilted my head.
“Away from you,” I replied sternly. Luke took a look around, before locating her with his eyes. He furrowed his brows as he looked back at me.
“So… by that, you mean in your seat?” I kept my eyes steady on his. After a moment, he began to get the memo. “Look, Grayson,” he began. “I think Ellie is a really cool girl, and I just have this project…”
“A project to get her away from me?” I interrupted abruptly. Luke rolled his eyes.
“No. A project in art.” He paused, sighing. “I have to draw something that catches my attention, often.” He looked down. “Something, beautiful,” he smiled. His expression then turned into an mischievous smirk. “Something— hot.” I narrowed my eyes, and leaned into him, grabbing his tee shirt collar.
“Look, Luke,” I began, as I spoke through my teeth. “Ellie does catch my attention and is beautiful, but, do you know why I can think that?” I asked him, my breathing quickening. Luke’s eyes widened. “Because I’m her god damn boyfriend,” I told him. “Draw a tree, or whatever your little heart desires, but for god’s sake, do not— under any circumstances draw Ellie, or there will be consequences,” I threatened. Luke paused, before relaxing back into his seat, confidently. He had that same stupid smirk on his face. I wanted to punch it right off. I visioned him smirking at Ellie like that, as she would squirm in her seat, or politely smile back. Why did she have to be so polite?
“Consequences, as in Ellie running to me after she sees the finished piece?” I clenched my jaw tightly. He leaned into me, his hot breath hitting me, along with his strong cologne. “What’s the most you’ve ever done for Ellie, huh? Getting her a coffee one morning? Getting her a cheap flower? Lying to her about how much you really love her?” He raised his brows. “We all know that she deserves more. Everyone knows.” My face got hot. “You may be on the lacrosse team, but so am I, big guy. We all know that she’s far more interested in other things besides sports.” He paused, grinning. “Like…” he began. “Her education, unlike you. Art, unlike you. Writing, unlike you. Having a future, unlike you…” I finally regained my confidence, as I matched his confident expression.
“You can say everything you like, Luke.” I laughed lowly. “But, how about we all remind ourselves one big thing.” His attention laid on me, as I grinned. “She chose me. She’s mine, and always will be mine. Never yours.” With that, I stood out of the seat, and grabbed Ellie’s belongings that she left behind. I walked over to my previous desk, where Ellie sat. I expected her to be listening to every word, but, instead, she slept peacefully in her own arms, on the desk surface. She crossed her arms, and lye her head on top of them, covered with my sweatshirt fabric. My eyes lit up, and my heart beat a bit happier just at the sight of her. I placed her belongings beside the desk, as I simply gazed upon her.
Her wavy brunette hair crashed down on the wooden surface, as her back rose and sank with her peaceful breathing. I couldn’t believe she was mine. I took a step towards her, as she sat on the edge of the seat. I slid in the same seat behind her, trying as best as I could not to wake her up. My knees sat outside of hers, barely grazing each other. I wrapped my arms around her, and rested my head on her upper back, near the crook of her neck.
I inhaled her wonderful scent deeply, as I softly fluttered my eyelids shut. I listened to her heartbeat— the sound I loved most in the whole, entire universe. I was happy. Genially, happily, happy. It was then where my whole body relaxed. My body, my brain, my soul. I fell into a restful, simple and sweet nap, with the one I love most.
* * *
I instantly awoke as the bell rung in the classroom, and in my ears. I inhaled deeply, sitting up over Ellie, who’s head still laid on the desk surface. I grabbed her materials, placing them nicely in her bag, before kneeling down to her face.
“Ellie,” I whispered, with a stupid grin on my face. Her eyebrows furrowed, before her eyelashes fluttered open. She looked quite confused at first, before lifting her head from the wooden desk surface. She stretched her arms, before running her fingers through her hair. “The bell rung a minute ago— we should get going.” She nodded lazily before lightly yawning. She slipped out of her seat slowly, before grabbing her bag out of my hands.
“That was one of the best naps of my life,” she sighed, as we made our way through the empty classroom and to the door. I chuckled lowly.
“It was only an hour long, babe,” I told her. She shrugged.
“Still the best. Even when you came and slept on top of me,” she smirked.
“You noticed?” I questioned, surprised. She giggled.
“How do you not notice when a tall, muscular guy puts his head on your back, and his arms around you?” she smiled. I looked a bit embarrassed. “Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t want to stay next to that Luke kid,” I shook my head, as anger and fear washed over my face once again. She nudged my shoulder playfully, getting me out of it.
“No, no. Don’t apologize. I couldn’t fall asleep until after you came over,” she smiled to herself. I grinned, as I wrapped my arm around her neck. She leaned into my arm, taking a deep breath. I breathed in her sweet scent— I nearly groaned, it smelled so good. When she reached her locker, she turned towards me, her back leaned against the lockers.
“So, my place after school, okay?” she smirked. I grinned, before furrowing my eyebrows.
“For sure, but why?” I questioned. She looked down at the floor, a stupid grin on her face.
“So we can watch movies in bed, listen to music, cuddle… you can play with my hair, and I can scratch your back, and we can eat food…” I smashed my lips against hers unexpectedly, before she was even able to close them. I breathed in deeply, as she fumbled a bit against the lockers. I stabled her, my strong hands on her waist.
Prompt: “I can’t believe you found my dog! Please take this reward.” Pairing: Bucky x Reader Summary: Your best friend is lost, thanks to a snafu at your apartment complex. Your hunt to find her leads you to a smooth-talking army vet. P.s. there is a little cursing. Categories: Angst (over losing your pet), flirty fluff This is my entry for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5k au challenge!
The Columbia River Gorge is a place of ungraspable beauty, and of cataclysmic geology. Glacial outburst megafloods (the Missoula Floods) carved the cliffs and caused landslides (Rooster Rock), sculpting the preexisting rock. The Gorge’s steep walls are made largely of Columbia River Basalt, a series of unfathomable floods of basalt that erupted and carpeted the Pacific Northwest, forming the Columbia Plateau. These taken on Tuesday the 13th, just before snow blanketed the area, but just after dusting the peaks, from Crowne Point’s Vista House.
summer society girls who go on mall crawls after quarterstaff practice.
summer society girls who instagram their proudest hunts and blast 1989 all the way home. just picture that. a muddy silver jeep with a huge buck bungeed to the roof, blank space blasting out of it at a shameless volume. said-jeep rolls up to the drive-through at starbucks, where there are seven war-painted girls crammed inside with bows and quivers and axes who all want frappucinos.
summer society girls who draw their bows with sparkly-painted nails and shout battle cries with red lipstick game on-point.
summer society girls accepting trans people in a heartbeat.
summer society girls having movie nights with dozens of pillows and pajamas and popcorn being thrown because ‘oh my god, danny. wailing “AUGUSTUS, NO” does not mean he’ll live this time, this is the third time we’ve watched this’
summer society girls helping each other find their strengths and finding a job for every person. you’re shit with a bow? well you’re great at patching people up after hunts. not so great at med stuff? clover would be happy to teach you a thing or two about tracking.
summer society girls who help with tougher issues. who are happy to offer private lessons in case of anxiety, who are always around to talk when depression hits, who understand the stock of personal space but do their best to make sure you never feel alone. shieldsisters don’t let shieldsisters fight their battles alone, and that doesn’t end when everyone steps off the battlefield.
summer society girls being a bunch of people who are invested in protecting those who can’t protect themselves. who care fiercely for their own and protect femininity in all forms.
[“Sterling silver models of tanks, jeeps, trucks, etc.” being installed for the exhibition Norman Bel Geddes’ War Maneuver Models, January 26–March 5, 1944. Photographic Archive. The Museum of Modern Art Archives, New York. Photographer: Herbert Gehr]