This morning during the news I saw a commercial that was Elmer's glue letting people know they had multiple recipes for slime on their website and all I could think of was terrible glue famine you've been going through.
Oh gods, it’s just getting worse. I mean now we have a plentiful stock of glue so that’s not a big deal. But people are discovering all different kinds of things to put into it and now we’re running out of those, too-
Glitter, sequins, styro beads…. like this stuff just flies off the shelves. And one of the newest trends is a slime made with Model Magic and that shit is expensive some folks are literally stealing it. Like we’re the only store in the area that hasn’t been hit with this problem and I’m just waiting for the day that I come in and find all the model magic in the lockup because some people got sticky fingers and no scruples.
Hello sweetie! If you have time and are interested can write a Gruvia Soulmate AU? Where the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Thank you and have a nice day ♥
;Out Of The Blue
It was a typically crisp Autumn day when Gray Fullbuster, recently orphaned, discovered a whole spectrum of colour far beyond his wildest dreams. He was just a boy at the time, twelve years old and armed with a whole arsenal of snide remarks and painful memories. He’d tried to make friends in his new town, tried to discover a meaning in the painful cycle of life.
All to no avail.
That is, until the day he met her. The sound of screaming could be heard across the entire beach – which was vacant in the dark threat of impending rain and the visit of cold wind that carried drizzle across the grey shore. The ocean, blacker than night, lapped up onto the beach like a monstrous hand dragging its victims down into the mouth of the angry beast. It had a girl in its fist, writhing and flailing in a fit of panic as fingers of water reached up and over her head.
He’d intended to walk back to Ur’s as quickly as possible with their groceries, but Gray didn’t think twice before tossing down his bags, stumbling off the wall and barrelling across the grey sand. Pebbles and seaweed kicked up at his heels as he plummeted towards the violent sea.
The girl’s screams faded as she surrendered to the pull of the water, but Gray took that as a sign to keep moving. He waded through the shallow tide until he found himself able to push off into the icy cold depths, where he searched and swam and kicked until he found her tumbling down into the shadows. He found it a fitting way to go for someone like him. Someone so cold. But a death like this didn’t seem to fit someone who could still scream and cling onto life in such a profoundly terrifying way. She wasn’t heavy, but it took him a long while to drag her back to shore. Long enough that his lungs burned and he swallowed more of the salty water than he’d intended.
Choking out the remainder of the sea, Gray leaned over the still and silent girl to check if she was breathing. Her skin, a pale white that seemed a stark contrast to the black tangle of her hair, seemed to glow in the evening sunset.
“Hey!” he yelled, slapping the side of her face. “Hey! Wake up!”
He tipped her on its side head when she started to cough up the remains of water, her long eyelashes dipped with drops of wind-borne rain that started to fall over their heads. Gray removed his coat and held it above them for shelter, where he waited for her to finally open her eyes. When she did, everything around him seemed to tremble.
Her cheeks, flushed with the effort of her coughing, retained a peculiar deep shade of red that he’d never seen before. Her eyes, brown and beautiful, looked past him to the ocean as it crawled its way up the golden sand.
The ocean, like the tangle of hair atop her head, was a deep, overwhelming shade of blue. Before now, the colour blue had always been a feeling. An emotion that dragged him down into the darkest, blackest depths of his own misery. He’d never imagined that something so cold could be so beautiful.
She sat up in amazement at what the two of them were seeing and, with a tiny trembling hand, touched a finger to his hot cheek and up into stray strands of his hair.
“It’s still black,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Yeah, sorry to disappoint,” Gray mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “I like it.”
Gray’s lips trembled. “Who are you?”
“Juvia,” she said quietly. “Juvia Lockser.”
Gray wrapped his coat around her trembling figure and quickly helped her to her feet. She was a few inches smaller than him and her dress, woven with green sequins, seemed a little too big for her slender frame.
“I’m Gray,” he said. “Gray Fullbuster.”
“Gray,” she repeated, smiling the kind of smile he’d only ever seen in movies. “It suits you.”
Gray laughed at that, a genuine laugh that coughed the dust from his lungs and the abandoned joy from his aching heart.
“I didn’t expect the ocean to be so–”
“Pretty,” Juvia interrupted. “It sparkles.”
And thus the cycle of Gray’s life took on a whole new lease of colour. Waning sunlight bled out into the darkening horizon, painting it purple and red and orange and an assortment of warm colours that made her face look as radiant as the ocean’s glittering surface despite the onset of gentle rain.
If he couldn’t find meaning in his life, in the things he did and the people who passed him by, then maybe he could find it in her.
“Yeah,” he said, gazing not at the ocean but at the warmth of her glistening eyes, “it does.”
Summary: This is the next story in my series of Beyoncé-inspired one-shots! It’s based of the first track from LEMONADE, “Pray You Catch Me” (my fave!!), with some references to “Resentment”. Don’t wanna spoil too much but it’s sad/jealous Bucky.
She said her father needed help cleaning out her attic, or something. And she took her luggage with her for the weekend again. So he trailed her.
He wished it wasn’t so, but Hydra’s training came in handy at this point. All those years of cold trails and evolving into a legend, he was an efficient worker, a secret in the night that left chaos in his wake for the morning. The mental programming may have been gone, but the muscle memory remained, and his instincts as accurate as before.
A wolf in the crowd, dark hair, dark clothes and darkened eyes, he walked towards the diner across her hotel. It was a notification on her phone that gave her away some days before – a confirmation for a room booking at a hotel in the city. All he really needed to do was wait for her to pack up and leave, again. So there he was, waiting for her at her destination.
His burger was cold, milkshake warmed, thin and runny. He didn’t touch his food, didn’t even look at it. His eyes were peeled at the revolving doors across the road.
Two hours later, a limousine pulled up and a lady red strutted through those glass doors.
She was dressed to the nines. A blonde man with an over-moussed comb-over got out to greet her, leaving wet kisses on her perfectly powdered cheeks. She giggled as the man’s arms snaked around her waist for an intimate hug, palms lying low at her hip. The blonde’s slimy grip on her body was aided by his short stature, exaggerated by the six-inch heels buckled to her feet.
“I see you’re wearing that dress again. Don’t you gals hate repeating outfits?” he teased. “Sure, but how else were you gonna recognise me if I wasn’t in this?” she purred. “Baby, I’d know your legs from a mile away if you were walking towards me.”
He looked pathetic in comparison to her glamorous ensemble, wearing a black polo tee and blue jeans. She took his hand anyway and got in, whisked away in the fancy limousine, tinted windows shielding them from Bucky’s prying blue eyes.
He threw a fifty on the table before bursting out to hail a cab.
“Follow that limousine.”
It stopped at the corner of a nightclub in a swanky part of town, queues snaked around the block full of wannabes desperate to party with the rich and famous. But with the burly bouncers up front with a clipboard in hand. They wouldn’t let him touch the door, not without his name on the list, not without the money and name to buy himself onto the list.
He wasn’t far behind them. If he had quickened his pace, he would have been able to reach for her hand, to pull her back to him. Cowardice and resolution stopped him from taking action. He lingered long enough to see her slip into the dimly-lit entrance of the club as the bouncers nodded at the man guiding her in.
With his stature and strength, he could have knocked the bouncers out and barged his way in. With his metal arm, he wanted so badly to knock that sleazeball out, for good. His greasy hair and greasier outfit, what kind of self-respecting man would take a beautiful girl out wearing that? What kind of man would disrespect his date like that? Bucky knew how to clean up when the occasion called for it, even if he couldn’t afford expensive hotel stays or long black limousines.
And to think of it, he was probably half her age. The chap showed no signs of stubble on his face, while acne had certainly found its way to parts of his cheek and chin.
He ain’t even half of me.
He considered breaking into her hotel room to wait for her to return, but he knew he would have broken the man’s nose, jaw, ribs and dick if he saw them stumbling in past 3am and his slimy fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress (if he could reach it).
What are you doing my love?
Hovering his thumb over the “call” button, he stared at the photo of the two of them placed beside her number. It was their first New Year’s together but the photo wasn’t of the usual midnight kiss. Steve had taken a candid of them looking at each other, hanging out at Tony’s party. That night, fuelled by Tony’s Crystal, made it easier for him to let his guard down in front of the team. There were private conversations, lips to an ear. There was a hand on a knee, a palm on a waist, hands that couldn’t be kept to himself. He wasn’t fond of public displays of affection, but he betrayed those ideals and made public his very private desire for her. That night, she looked so damn good in ever little black sequinned dress. He was too proud to call her his, so he didn’t mind all the stares and hoots they got from everyone.
Nothing else ever seems to hurt Like the smile on your face When it’s only in memory
He decided against calling her. He decided against leaving a message for her. He decided against waiting in the hotel lobby until she returned until she checked out of the place. Flagging down an old yellow cab, he made his way home. He was going to wait for her, again. Those hours on the road gave him more than enough time to craft all he needed to say and do when she came back.
“I saw you last night. With that man.”
It was the first thing she heard when she unlocked the door to their bedroom. Her ragged appearance was a far cry from the glamour puss she was the day before. Matching that was the bags under his eyes. His sullen face was the first thing her eyes traced over as she stepped into the once-familiar, once-comforting space she called home. He sat at the edge of their bed, back hunched, eyes expressionlessly pointed towards a picture of them together, stuck on the mirror of her dresser.
Her brain skipped past several trains of thought. She didn’t need to ask where, how, or why he was saying this. She should have known better, he would have found out eventually. Occupational hazard. A spy always knows.
“It’s not what you think, let me expla-“
“Who is he? What the hell, he’s half my size, probably half your age. Is it the money? Are you going to leave me for him, or were you playing us both? If you weren’t happy with me why didn’t you say anything? I know you lied about your parents. Have you even told them about me? You must be embarrassed of me, huh?” He paused for a breather. “I just want to know – why?”
His voice was raised, cracking as he asked his last question. The floodgates had opened. Hiding his suspicions for so long, wrestling with his insecurities. He poured out his pain with his sharp choice of words.
Still, she knew she did nothing wrong. It was an occupational hazard. That was all.
“I love you so so so much, Bucky. I’m sorry I lied, I had to. But I didn’t mean for you to be hurt this way.”
“You had to? You had to lie to me? So you had to cheat too?”
She was close to tears. “Please, just let me finish.” She cautiously sat beside him on the bed. He didn’t flinch at her touch as she took his hands in hers.
“He’s nothing. He was my mission. I couldn’t tell you before because no one else knows about this. I’m on assignment from Director Coulson.”
“That’s exactly it, the team doesn’t know Coulson’s alive yet. And that guy was a high-ranking employee of this tech startup that was manufacturing malware and was intending to auction it off to terrorists around the world. I had to get intel on the sale. SHIELD needed me. Please understand.”
His face softened as he sighed through his nostrils. As much as he was relieved, her words didn’t lift the pain that still hung heavily on his chest.
“You had to lie,” he repeatedly after her.
“Yes, and I’m sorry. I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but it comes with the job, you know?” She waited for him to respond.
“Is the mission over?”
“Yes. Last night was the end of it. I got the intel, his encryption key, copied his access card.. the usual. It’s done. I’m not going anywhere. Will you look at me, please?”
As his eyes met hers, she broke at the sadness that still lingered in his eyes. She fought through her own tears as she spoke.
“I would never do that to you, okay? I will never-” She took a deep breath before she continued, “cheat on you. I really do love you. I’m so so sorry, Buck. It was just part of the mission.”
She didn’t deserve to cry. She waited for him to shout back and argue. She waited for the but-still’s and you-should-have’s.
“Did you.. with him?”
“And that dress?”
“He bought it for me. “A gift” he said.”
“And the hotel?”
“SHIELD’s tab. It was my cover. The jet-setting socialite. He didn’t get anywhere near my room, I swear.”
“I wanted to stab his eyes out when he ogled at you in that dress. I was so close to breaking his nubby fingers when he touched you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“What did you do with those plums? I really wanted your parents to have them.”
“I gave them to my taxi driver. I’m sorry, Buck. I really do wanna introduce you to them. I am not and have never been embarrassed about you. How’s this Christmas sound? My dad’s really excited to meet a Howling Commando.”
She prayed that those words would convince him that he had no competition at all. She had planned to spend the rest of week with him and only him, erasing that sleazeball’s fingerprints with Bucky’s tender touch, recuperating from the charade she had to put up for the past few months. No one likes keeping secrets from the people they love.
Her heart raced when he stood up. More tears fell from her eyes as she held her breath, expecting the worst. But he didn’t get up to leave.
After fetching some tissues from the bathroom, he began dabbing away the tears from her eyes, ever so gently with his metal fingers.
“I’m sorry. I should have just asked instead of following you like that. I could have compromised your mission. If he’d spotted me, you could have gotten hurt. I should have tru—I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, I’m sorry my insecurities got the better of me. I’m sorry.”
It took her a while to register what he was saying. Relief overcame her as she pulled him into a hug, “please don’t apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
They lingered in that position for a while, soaking all they had missed of each other, recollecting every arch and dune of their bodies, familiar puzzle pieces finding their way back to each other.
“Do you still have that dress?”
“You shouldn’t stuff it in your bag like that, it probably costs more than all the stuff we have here.”
“I know. But it’s his money.”
“You looked really good in it by the way.” It felt good to hear the playfulness return in his voice.
“I’ll put it on for you anytime you like, soldier.”
that’s it for this one! tried something new with this one, hope you liked it. thanks for reading :)