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aellynera · 2 years

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(Blue jones request)

When the reader and him get into a fight ( bc he’s jealous ) and he say something that makes her cry and she try to leave but ge won’t let her ( he don’t hit her lol ) and he say sorry which shooks y/n and she stays angst/fluff

Um hi I’m really sorry this sat in my inbox like forever, but... hello, I’m here with an answer. I was very excited to get a request for Blue And yes, perhaps I wrote this at 4am when I couldn’t sleep, but hey. ! I hope you enjoy!! 💙🥺

Say It Again (Blue Jones x f!Reader)

When it all came down to it, it wasn’t so much what was said. Those were just words, hurled back and forth, the fever pitch rising with each exchange as you and Blue shouted words at each other.

Honestly, that was a normal night around here. You’d dance, he’d watch, some patron would have a little too much to drink and get handsy. If you were being honest, a lot of the time you and Blue weren’t exactly sober either. But he’d get the guy off you and (more often than not) kick him out of the club and ask if you were okay. And you generally were, and even when Blue inevitably made some rude comment, you were fine.

You were tough. You had to be, working at Lennox. You could take care of yourself, and it wouldn’t be the first time you’d kicked a creep where it counted. Blue was always highly amused by it, and secretly delighted. But he never said that. No, he’d just open that big stupid mouth of his and say whatever was on the tip of his tongue and nine times out of ten, the fight would start.

But tonight? The look on his face when you burst into tears was almost worth the actual crying. You hated crying.

The words had flown fast and furious. Blue was angry that he’d had to throw a certain customer out - again - and had said something about how you really knew how to bring ‘em in and maybe he was trying to be funny, but it failed miserably. That’s when the shouting began.

You don’t even remember what was said until Blue turned to pour himself a whiskey and muttered over his shoulder, “You know, sometimes I really don’t know why I bother with you.”

You promptly burst out in tears.

Blue promptly dropped his glass of booze.

You made for the door of his office, tears streaming down your face and your breath coming in great heaving sobs, and for a minute, Blue just stared dumbly at you. You never cried.

The knob was in your hand and halfway turned when he slotted himself between you and the door. “Where are you going?”

“Are you kidding?” you gulped. Everything was blurry and wet and you needed out. You tried to shove him aside, but he latched onto your arms and held you still.

“Was it what I said? You know I didn’t mean that.”

“Do I? Just let me go, Blue.”

His hands dropped to his sides and he took a step back. “I’m sorry.”

Through the haze of tears, your head snapped up and all you could do was blink. “What?”

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for and you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry.”

If you never cried, then Blue Jones never apologized. But here you were.

You hiccupped and took a deep breath. “I’m just... I’m so tired, Blue. I never know if you’re serious or joking and you’re always so... so mean, and normally I can let it go, but...”

The next thing you knew, Blue was gently wiping your face with a tissue.

“I really am sorry. I don’t know what got into me tonight. I guess just seeing that creep after you again, I got a little... jealous,” he admitted. “I got jealous and I’m sorry.”

You sank into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. “We might have to work on that,” you sniffled.

Blue chuckled sadly and traced his lips along your hairline. “If it means never having to see you cry again, I’d do anything for you. I love you.”

“Say it again.”

“What, that I’d literally eat a box of scorpions or stick my head in a beehive or...”

You giggled wetly and slapped him on the arm. “No, not that. The other part, the nice thing.”

“Oh, right,” he said as he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly on the lips. “I love you.”

“Again.”

“How many times am I gonna have to say it?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Are you ever really gonna get tired of me?”

“Never in a million years, sweetheart. Because I love you.”

#blue jones x reader #blue jones x you #blue jones blurb #allison answers #blue jones drabble #sucker punch fanfic #blue jones request #omg i wrote a blurb #my writing #request answered

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hoedamn-eron · 8 months

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oscar isaac characters with an s/o who subtly paints the furniture

Saw this on Insta and thought it was really cute so have some blurbs 😊

If there is any I have missed that you would like to see, let me know (but bear in mind I have not seen all of Oscar's performances so may turn some down!)

Steven Grant

Once he saw it, he was confused as to where it came from, because he doesn't remember it being there before

But then he catches you painting another flower on the skirting board one slow Sunday afternoon

Thinks it's the cutest fucking thing he's ever seen

It brings a bit of brightness into the flat

When he approaches you about it you’re immediately apologising since you actually only spend half your time at the flat

“Don’t be silly, I want to know if I can join you?”

Marc Spector

Noticed at the same time as Steven

Was also confused because he couldn't remember if it was there before or not

Feels like he's losing the plot a little because more small paintings keep popping up but he isn't sure where they're coming from

Finally notices it's you when you've left your paints out on the coffee table one afternoon when you've had to rush to work

And it all just clicks in his mind

Goes out and buys you all the paint you want because he wants all your artwork on the walls

Jake Lockley

Honestly, he spotted you the first time you did it, like immediately

Loves that you do it, thinks it's cute

But he also thinks it hilarious to add onto your artwork and not tell you

So much so that you think you're losing the plot, because "you do not remember painting a duck with those flowers?"

He plays ignorant, obviously

But you catch him one day painting and wordlessly join him

Now it's become a weekly thing you do together

Llewyn Davis

Poor baby doesn't have furniture

But he crashes as yours quite a bit and he's noticed the small pieces dotted around your apartment

He likes them, he thinks they're cute

He was out auditioning one night when he noticed his guitar, there was a bunch of daisies painted on the back

His guitar is his pride and joy, and if it were anyone else he'd be fuming

But he's not

He feels warm, like a piece of you is with him wherever he goes

Now every gig he does, he comes to you, and asks you to do another painting, "for luck"

Blue Jones

This one is a bit risky

Because there isn't an awful lot of recreation in the asylum, so you bribed some orderlies to get you some paint

And you got a total of three colours, but that's fine, you can make it work

Brings a bit of brightness to the asylum, since everything is grey

Blue is pissed and wants to know who is doing them

You, somehow, manage to break into Blue's office and - essentially - throw up a middle finger at him, and do a bunch of paintings around his office, in really obvious places

He catches you in the act since he comes back from lunch early

You're fucked

He has you on your hands and knees, scrubbing at each painting in his office, then he puts you in solitary for two weeks and has your paints disposed of

However, he notices a small painting of lavender under his desk that was missed in the clean up

He keeps it there

Nathan Bateman

You wouldn't dare, his coffee table alone costs more than your rent does in a year

Richard Alonso Muñoz

You already have your paintings up in the house so he loves whatever artwork you do

Honestly, I don't think you'd hide it from Richard, he probably told you to go nuts when you moved in

Takes photos of your work all the time to show his buddies at the prison

Some of the prisoners have asked if you can come in and do an art class for them, which you are happy to do on a weekend when you have more free time

Richard has put in the request but it hasn't been approved yet

Richard starts buying the seeds/bulbs for flowers you paint, to go in the front garden

Learns all about them in books, and how to take care of them

Now and then requests you to paint a flower he's seen in said books

Poe Dameron

Like Blue, gets confused on who is painting across the base, but obviously isn't pissed about it

Gets seriously confused when he finds one of the paintings in his personal room

He asks BB-8 but he hasn't a clue either

Until one day, BB-8 comes to Poe with a small little painting of Poe, of all things, on him

But BB-8 is so amused about it that he doesn't tell Poe

He catches you when you're painting something on his X-Wing

Scares the living daylights out of you when he calls you and asks what you're doing

You apologise, and tell him you'll take it off as soon as

But he tells you not to bother, because it's a - albeit crude because of the size - little portrait of you, and him, and BB-8

He refuses to wash it off and if it ever fades, instantly asks you to redo it

When you get married, he paints on wedding rings

Santiago Garcia

You're his roommate since you worked together in the forces

He had no idea you could paint

Strangely doesn't catch you for the longest time

He thinks it's Benny playing a trick on him, or Frankie

Grills them for the longest time until you finally admit it was you

You tell him it helps with the nightmares, that it calms your mind

After that, Santi doesn't bother you with it

When he sees you painting on his dining table leg, he makes you a coffee and just sits next to you and watches silently

Now every time you tell him you're going to paint, he comes and just sits, watching you

It's therapeutic for you both

#headcanons #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #nathan bateman x reader #blue jones x reader #llewyn davis x reader #Richard Alonso Muñoz x reader #santiago garcia x reader #poe dameron x reader

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jamminvroomvroom · 8 months

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could i get 24 + lando for the song blurb ? 👀🫶

please - daisy jones and the six

(once again i do not care that this band is fictional, inject all of their music into my veins. also sam claflin sounds so hot)

warnings: minors dni with my work! smut, angst?

ln4 x reader

you were intoxicating and he hated himself.

“we don’t have long.” lando breathed, mouthing at the collar of your blouse. your mercedes embroidered blouse.

“i need to get out there for the media session.” you moaned, his curls soft in your hands.

“please,” lando groaned, desperate to just have you, even if it was for five minutes. “please, i need this.” the way he begged, the way his plush lips parted and moved around the words got you hotter, as embarrassingly needy as him.

you felt like you were stood in the valley of death every time you were tucked away in some dark, unbothered corner with him. it was dangerous, so unbelievably dangerous, every single time you both gave in, every time you let your hands wander and your clothes fall to the ground.

it used to only happen once in a blue moon, on the rarest of occasions after the hardest races. but then it started happening regularly, a spare room key tucked discreetly into your hand at the start of every race weekend. and then it started happening multiple times a weekend, when you wanted it, not just when you both needed it. you had each other on your knees, metaphorically and, more often than not, quite literally.

“hurry up, lando.” you whimpered, his hands tugging carelessly on your skirt until it was bunched around your hips

“turn over.” he smirked, and you quickly complied, bent over the desk in his hotel room.

and then he was inside of you, stretching you just like he usually did, you body accommodating him delectably. you were both still fully clothed, your body covered in mercedes sponsors and what was once a freshly ironed white shirt, whilst he was wrapped head to toe in a papaya reminder that you’d be getting fired when you were inevitably found out.

but it was hard to care as he slammed into you, hands on your ass, breathy pleads falling from his lips that he didn’t care to hide.

“please. please. please.”

#lando norris #lando norris smut #lando norris blurb #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #ask #love4lando #requests #jas’s spotify blurbs #writing things

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ominoose · 8 months

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𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭

Pairing: Blue Jones x Reader Blurb: Blue does your makeup for you since you suck at it apparently. Warnings: None, it's fluff. WC: O.6K

The vibrations of the music tickled your fingers as they laid splayed over the chairs worn leather armrests, muffled by the walls of the dressing room, yet still loud enough to be felt. Blue’s breath fanned across you face, humming along absentmindedly as his eyes traced over you intently, focused on each feature, each detail. He was so close you could see his nostrils flare softly with each breath.

Blue had been dissatisfied with your makeup skills for a while. At first he only quirked an eyebrow when he gave you a once over before your first performance. Then it escalated into a pointed look, then a sigh, a tensing of his sharp jaw and now this. He’d found you an hour before your set, one of the few shows on a slow Tuesday night and seated you in front of a vanity, turning the chair so your back was to the mirror as he leaned down and looked you over.

“I’ve had enough of you embarrassing me in front of customers because you use eyeliner like a fucking crayon.” He mutters bluntly, dark eyes flickering over your face one last time before turning towards the vanity, going through your supplies, the sound of plastic clattering across the wooden surface was the only noise besides the remnants of the club's music.

His hand pushes lightly on your forehead, tilting your head back to find a comfortable position to leer over you properly as he starts applying primer to you, dabbing it all over your face with a warm, rough thumb. Despite the usual ferocity of the man, and the way he held your chin firmly, his touch wasn't rough. It certainly wasn't light, but he applied everything to you with uncharacteristic gentleness you didn't often see from him.

Blue moved through the motions, more practiced than you'd have expected as he brushed foundation onto you, rubbing a light counter under your cheek bones. His dark eyes were intense as they kept on you, like a painter eyeing his muse. "Stop blinking." He snipped as he applied eyeshadow to your eyelids, the constant tapping of the brush to get off the excess powder was oddly soothing. You pouted, but shut your eyes as he commanded, resigning yourself to be his personal little barbie doll.

The way he tenderly dabbed glitter on with a single finger, the warm breathes that tickled at your nose when he got close and the way he held your chin so delicately had your skin erupting in goosebumps. Such a soft moment was quite off-brand for him, but as he dragged a creamy lipstick over your bottom lip, staring down at you with an almost fond look in his eyes, you yearned for more. Yearned to be treated like you were his frail little doll, something he didn't want to break.

"There. Don't you just look beautiful." He cooed, the usual cheshire grin curled at Blue's lips as he stood back from you, tilting his head to marvel at his work.

"If I had more time on my hand's I'd come baby you like this more often, but I'm going to trust you to learn how to do your makeup like a big girl and not look like a five year old that got into mommy's makeup bag." Blue spoke over his shoulder to you as he buttoned up his sparkly suit jacket, already dismissing you to run other business as he walked out of the room. He stopped once he got to the door, glancing back at you, a proud smirk on his face as he bit his lips and admired you before he finally left.

Maybe you could get away with messing your makeup up just a few more times.

#blue jones #blue jones x reader #suckerpunch #oscar isaac #sucker punch #omiwrites #this has been in my drafts for missions

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nolita-fairytale · 7 months

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first i would like to say congrats and thank you for doing this celebration!! ✨✨✨ i was thinking about a blurb 🥐 for Carmy that has been on my mind forever! i keep going back to this ideia of something like that scene from Bridget Jones’s Diary in which she’s trying to make dinner for her friends and she’s doing this soup and instead of using like a normal string she uses a blue one and the soup turns blue and Colin Firth’s character ends up helping her out idk I feel like Carmy would be delighted to see something like that! 💛

slowly, slowly making my way through the rest of my follower requests. anyone else getting their ass kicked at work these days? i'm fine but work has just been exceptionally worky and i think it should stop. lmao anyways... i love this idea that @pleasecallmeunhinged brought to me and am so happy that i've gotten to sit down and work on it this evening.

It's just butter, flour, and milk. How hard can it be?

At least that's what you think to yourself as you volunteer to make the bechamel sauce for the lasagna. You've watched Carmy work hard, all day long, rolling sheets of pasta out while the bolognese stews low and slow in the oven.

It's not till he has to run a quick errand for Richie that he realizes that this slow Sunday dinner might get pushed back a few hours.

"I can do it, Bear," you offer, considering that, since dating Carmy, your skills in the kitchen have massively improved.

Striving your best to always be a student, you've picked up a few things in your relationship with Carmy, even if it doesn't come as naturally to you as you hoped it would.

It starts simply:

Melt the butter. Whisk in flour. Stir in milk. Add herbs to steep in the bechamel sauce for flavor.

But for the life of you, you can't find the kitchen twine (whatever the hell that is), settling for a long piece of royal blue yarn from the last time you thought you'd take up crocheting. Without a second thought, you toss the bundle of herbs into the milk, butter, and flour mixture, to let it infuse.

"Everything okay, babe?" Carmy asks you when he returns, immediately seeing the look on your face.

"Don't laugh, okay?" you request, only mildly embarrassed, but mostly humored by the whole situation. Carmy shoots you a quizzical look as you take his hand, gently leading him over to the stove where your bechamel-fail sits.

"Why would I-? Oh fuck, babe!" Carmy exclaims, as soon as he inside of the saucepan.

It's blue.

A deep, royal blue, a few shades lighter from the white of the bechamel sauce.

"Remember when I decided I was going to take up crocheting again? Well uh... You didn't have any kitchen twine so I... sort of used some yarn that I found and...." you explain, carefully, searching Carmy's face for any kind of reaction to your kitchen mishap.

Instead he just stares at it, and you can't tell whether he's horrified or in shock, that by the time he opens his mouth, you don't know what to expect.

"Carm?" you ask him, the long silence beginning to worry you.

And instead of answering, all he can do is laugh.

It's the kind of laugh that's full bodied and fully bellied, taking him over, and lighting him up from end to end. It's contagious -- so contagious that you begin to join in, practically gasping for air because of how hard you and Carmy laugh together at the blue bechamel.

You can see it in the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, at how his cheeks turn red, with the way he looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

"Yo this is..." he starts, beginning to come down from his fit of laughter.

"A mess?" you suggest, exchanging a look with your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah," he agrees enthusiastically, grinning from ear to ear as he adds:

"But you're my mess. C'mon! Let's get this pot cleaned up and I'll show you how to make it for real."

#carmen berzatto x you #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear hulu #the bear fx #the bear fanfiction #nolita fairytale's follower celebration #nolita fairytale’s follower celebration #carmy x fem!reader #carmen berzatto fluff

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justjams2003 · 4 months

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Indiana Jones Blurb

Okay so this is just s quick little blurb bc I've recently become obsessed with him. Not spell checked or anything. Tell me if y'all would read more Indiana Jones 😜

Time travel! He's the first person to have recorded time travel! And just look! Ancient hundred year old war machines, tactics, languages, things he'd been studying his whole life! Things that he'd spend his much younger days searching for in dusty dry lands, in dark caves or even wet rat filled locations. But now, here it all is, in it's prime out in the open on green grass under blue skies. And the cherry on top, he reached Nasser before those damn Nazi's could.

"Kind Sir, you have saved my people and brought knowledge with that has sped up my research for years. How can I repay you?" Nasser confronts Indiana in his ancient and he answers without a single thought. "Can you give me one more visit through time before I go back?" His old hands shake as he begs. The mathematician examines the clock in his hands. And then nods. "I repay the man who has given me more time, with time. Where to?"

It's a swift, smooth blur, much different than the incredibly bumpy plane ride the first time. And much, much more quiet. The first thing he hears is your voice, begging his own father to stay awake. He remembers this like it was yesterday. He'd just confessed his love to you the first time, believing he would die in the three quests to the holy grail. But as selfish as he was back then, he didn't wait for a reply.

Then, he sees you hunched over his dying father. Covered in dust and your skin the same golden colour he used to be. Now in his old age one of his many regrets was not having you both wear more sunscreen. "Psst! Doll face!" He whispers his nickname for you, and by some force of the universe, you're the only one who raises their head. "I need some fresh air..." You mumble and once again the damn Nazi's let you, knowing you wouldn't run off.

He's hiding by some rocks, but your souls are attracted to the other and you find him almost instantly. You're just like he remembers you. How he wished he spent more time focused on you instead of old gold and pottery. Because that there is always more of, but of you there never will be. "Indy?" Your voice is like sweet melodies to his ears. His past and present collides in one cruel bang as he pulls you as close as he can.

He holds you tight as he can, you're utterly confused. Not only by his presence but also by the sheer force he holds you. As if he's lost you a million times over. "Indy? No...not my Indiana." He laughs at your confusion, trying to drink up every single bit of you. Your smell, your voice, the crinkle between your brows and your warm smile. "Always so clever, doll face." Your nose scrunches up and the crinkle between your brows grows, but before you can say anymore, he interrupts you.

"I don't have much time to explain, but-" You can see tears form in his eyes. His hands are shaking and he still refuses to let you go. "But I need you to break my heart. I need you to leave me and never come back. Please-" his voice cracks, and he shudders, trying to keep himself composed to finish his request. "Please I can't handle the hurt anymore." You can see just how much he is struggling. How much he wants to break down in your arms. And you reply by pulling him tighter. He smells much different. There is no longer that lingering scent of leather and gunpowder. But his warmth is still the same, your body still fits in his the same.

"I'm not there anymore, am I?" All he does is shake his head, you know he wants to cry. "How long has it been? Without me, I mean." He shudders again, grabbing your shirt and clenching it. "Six years. It was-" you stop him, "And you still love me?" Again, he just nods. "Then why do you want to get rid of me?" Now the flood gates open, while you just stand there as his support. "Because if I don't love you, then I won't hurt anymore. Please, please I can't do this anymore. I can't live without you."

You push him off you. "No. No I won't do it, you senile old man. Over my dead body." His eyes hold so much pain, so much fear, you know what he really wants, is to get rid of the pain and have you back. "I won't mess with time. And I won't break the heart of the man I love. Not because he's become a wuss in his old age." This causes him to laugh, he misses that spark so much. "I love you, Indy. Please don't grow cold because of it." Your words strike him, deeper than any bullet, whip or knife. Is this really how he wants to spend his last moments with you?

He laughs again, and pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Don't ever change. And keep that reckless boy in check." You laugh, and wrap your arms around him. You still can't make your arms all the way around him. "I will, you know that. And I love you, I hope you know that too."

#indiana #indiana jones #Indy #indiana jones dial of destiny #dail of destiny #indiana jones x reader #indiana jones fanfic #indiana jones fic

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rosesofenvy · 10 months

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Pinned Post!

Hello! I always forget that pinned posts exist.

Envy, En, or Rose (she/they)

Fanfic author! Currently fixated on ROTTMNT and SRUC. All of my AO3 fics were locked to avoid bot comments but I’ve slowly started unlocking them now with moderated comments!

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ROTTMNT

So In Love And Yet Nothing To Talk About (166,040 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 18/18 Relationships: Leonardo (TMNT)/Yuichi Usagi Series: Part 1 of SILAYNTTA Soulmark Universe Summary: tl;dr Leo wants to find his soulmate and is willing to throw himself (and his brothers) headlong into a new mission to do so.

When We Scraped Our Bones Together We Got Fire (11273 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 6/6 Summary: A quick snapshot of 6 times the boys got too cold throughout the series.

My Heart Is Thinking Of You (2476 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Leonardo (TMNT)/Yuichi Usagi Summary: Leonardo didn't want to lose anyone else, but pushing the family had left away led to it happening anyway. A F!Leosagi blurb.

It's True I Know Just How You Feel (11712 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Donatello/Kendra (TMNT) Summary: Kendra doesn't know how to ask for help and Donnie doesn't know how to mind his own business.

If You're Gonna Fall, Fall My Way (11823 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 6/6 Relationships: Leonardo (TMNT)/Yuichi Usagi Summary: Day 1: Future - (Skipping Day 1 - I'm writing something for SIL, but I did write an angsty Leoichi fic 'My Heart is Thinking of You') Day 2: Side by Side - Leo finds out Yuichi has never skateboarded and sets about changing that. Day 3: Barely - Leo is really, really bad at running his mouth when talking to his crush Day 4: Console - Leo and Yuichi get kicked out of an arcade Day 5: Quiet Night - Usagi's ears are sensitive to sound, he just needs a quiet night and Leo can help with that Day 6: Flowers - Yuichi brings Leo to Neo Edo to make flower crowns Day 7: Free - They did it. They're free.

I'll Be the Sweetest Thing To Ever Scare You (5350 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Leonardo (TMNT)/Yuichi Usagi, Donatello/Kendra (TMNT) Series: Part 1 of ShaBiest GoldenFutureAU Summary: Leo doesn't regret his choices to safe Donnie from Bishop, it just means a longer recovery for everyone involved. Inspired directly by ShaBiest GoldenFutureAU.

Sunrise (10515 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Murakami Gennosuke/Michelangelo (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT)/Yuichi Usagi, Donatello/Kendra (TMNT), Cassandra Jones | Foot Recruit/Raphael, Baron Draxum/Splinter (TMNT), April O'Neil/Sunita (TMNT) Series: Part 2 of ShaBiest GoldenFutureAU Summary: Gen is mid-proposal when Mikey is drawn away by a mystic calling - the last thing anyone expected was for him to reappear with a baby in hand. A oneshot inspired by ShaBiest GoldenFutureAU

I know that's our time, but stay on with me (4117 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Casey Jones is torn up about many things in the apocolypse, but most importantly the fact that Casey Junior will never experience the joys of a new anime release. Leo comes up with a plan to fix that!

SRUC

Blue Birthday Blues (3946 words) by rosesofenvy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Samurai Rabbit: The Usagi Chronicles (Cartoon) Summary: Birthdays were always a bittersweet thing for Yuichi. A brief look into Yuichi's first birthday not spent in the countryside.

I will update this more when I have more energy l m a o

#pinned #rottmnt #sruc #fanfic #rottmnt fanfic #sruc fanfic #samurairabbit #samurairabbitusagichronicles

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bits-and-babs · 1 year

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🧸 LATERS-GATORS 5K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION 🧸

Are you guys being serious? I cannot believe that a big 5 0 0 0 of you want to follow me and keep up with my work? You guys. When I made this blog in March 2022 I never expected this much love. I’m overwhelmed.

I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support. In keeping with my goal to communicate with you all more, I’m doing another follower celebration!

Event Finished.

When: January 8th - January 15th

Rules: MDNI, this is an 18+ blog.

• Send in as many asks as you like, but please only send one emoji per message. If you send in multiple emojis in one ask, I will only do the first.

• Feel free to send in asks before the start date, but note I won’t answer until the 8th at the earliest.

• Characters I write for currently: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Duke Leto Atreides, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Blue Jones, Laurent LeClaire, Nathan Bateman, Llewyn Davis, Kane (Annihilation, before and after shimmer), Poe Dameron, Frank Castle. Any requests outside of these characters may be ignored.

• You don’t have to follow me, but it would be nice! 🤭

In my ask box… :

🍒 - Send me a character and concept/aesthetic and I will make a MoodBoard.

🍓 - Send me a short description of yourself and I will ship you with a character. If sending as an anon, send with an emoji so I can differentiate you from everyone else. Example: “Sincerely, 🧸 Anon!”

🍎 - Send me your thots! Tell me all about your steamy daydreams and I might just add to it!

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I’ve Got A Woman (Duke Leto Atreides),

Bagg-hers (Frank Castle)

Purloin (Marc Spector)

🍓 Ship Asks:

Marc Spector — Jonathan Levy — Steven Grant — Laurent LeClaire — Kane (Annihilation) — Blue Jones — Santiago Garcia — Leto Atreides — Llewyn Davis

🍉 Dialogue prompts:

Amende Honorable (Nathan Bateman)

Apparition (Nathan Bateman)

A Secret Service (Duke Leto Atreides)

SafeGuard (Santiago Garcia)

Buzz (Santiago Garcia)

Strung (Frank Castle)

Abstract (Marc Spector)

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Marc Spector

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melodygatesauthor · 7 months

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Tied Down

Asylum Blue Jones X f!Reader

Blurb 3 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut

“P-please B-Blue–”

“Pwease Blue, shut up!” The head orderly shouted, patting your wet pussy with all four of his fingers roughly.

You moaned deeply, feeling your swollen clit throbbing so desperately you could cry. You wriggled, needy for any little bit of friction you could get from the position you found yourself in. Your wrists and ankles were cuffed together behind your back, making it impossible to move at all, just how Blue wanted it.

“No, no, no. This is what you get for starting fights with the other girls. I have to remind you how to behave.” He enunciated his words with a dark tone that made your body shudder.

His lips curled into a smirk of aggravation while he looked you over. Slowly he walked to your backside and you felt him stand behind you. He brought two of his thick fingers between your slick folds, sliding them between your pussy lips before resting them at your entrance. You whimpered as he teased you.

“You’re so pathetic aren’t you? Such a hungry little pussy. I bet if I fucked it right now you’d come in a second, wouldn’t you?” He chuckled, leaning down and spitting on your cunt before plunging his fingers inside.

“Oh f-fuck!” You cried out, feeling your walls squeeze around the very sudden, and very full, feeling.

“So damn sloppy, making a mess all over my desk, aren’t you babygirl…”

“Y-yes sir,” you reply with a groan, “I just need…I need to come, I’ll clean it when I’m done I’ll do anything I–”

His laughter stopped you mid-sentence. “Oh baby…” he pulled his fingers from you and walked around to look you in the eye. He knelt down and gave you a patronizing grin. “You’re not going to come today. You have to earn that.”

Melody's 2023 Ficversary Masterlist

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theamari-blog · 1 year

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Beginning -- Blurb -- Next -- Chronological

Chapter 1.1 - The Wolf at the Door

“Your cat is creepy.”

I glared blearily at Cass, then down at the scarred tom cat prowling the driveway of Compass House. Both had watched my trudge of shame down Crescent Street with varying degrees of interest.

“Captain Eyepatch is not my cat. He’s like a bodega cat. More coworker than pet.”

“But you named him. What kind of name is Captain Eyepatch anyway?” Cass asked and slurped her boba tea. I winced at the sound. Usually, I envied her ability to pull off blue hair, emo makeup, and piercings, but the whole combination was a little too much for my alcohol-addled brain.

“His face,” I grumbled. I walked past Cass to unlock one of the blue North Doors at the front of Compass House. She followed, still slurping her Boba.

While I wrangled my keys she peered over at Captain Eyepatch again.

“Oh. How’d that happen?”

CC Details and Extras under the cut!

*A note about format. Waywarden & The Soulbound was written as a serial novel. As much as I would like to turn every single page into a fun comic, it’s not sustainable. So there will probably be a mix of sequential stuff and prose or maybe just an elaborately edited pic to illustrate a specific section. But there will always be prose. Hope that doesn’t scare you off. Thanks for reading!

CC Used

Dia: shades by @xldkx-cc / star earrings @pyxiidis / mesh body & gloves + trench coat @belaloallure3 / boots @madlensims / key acc by @beto-ae0

Hungover Poses: Morning after by @quiddity-jones & @joannebernice / Long Night by @cowberrytea / Super Surprise Gift Pose (keys) by @beto-ae0 / Used this Walkstyle Mod by @/abidoang (found on ModtheSims) in the gif.

Cass: Petra Hair by @okruee w/ ombre by @kamiiri / Eyeliner by @prichalnaya / Lipstick by @uxji / choker by @madlensims / hungerstrike bottoms (overalls) by @kismet-sims / cropped button-up by @trillyke / boba acc by @natalia-auditore

Poses: Ayato Boba Poses by Natalia Auditore / walking and talking pose by @simmerberlin

Captain Eyepatch: pet eyes herechromia @pralinesims

Service Cat Poses by @starrysimsie

GIF Deco Sims also by @/xldkx-cc and @starrysimsie

#story: ww&sb #oc: dia montes #oc: cassava flores #oc: captain eyepatch #Daughter Exile #captain eyepatch is kind of a bastard tbh #sims 4 story #ts4 story #story simblr #sims 4 edits #mine

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Oscar Isaac

Blue Jones

Blurbs

Imagines

Oneshots

Series

Nathan Bateman (Coming soon)

Blurbs

Imagines

Oneshots

Series

Santiago "Pope" Garcia (Coming soon)

Blurbs

Imagines

Oneshots

Series

Moon Knight (Coming soon)

Jake Lockley

Marc Spector

Steven Grant

#nathan bateman #poe dameron #santiago pope garcia #blue jones #moon knight system #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant

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bettyweir · 1 year

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Betty Weir

Chapter 3

Betty Weir and Erica Jones both got into the cheer team, and hang out at the mall together!

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Benny raises his hand in class.

"Yes, Benny?" The tired teacher sighs.

"Could I go to the bathroom?" he sheepishly asks, ignoring the question written on the board.

She sighs again, "Yes, yeah, just hurry up."

"Thanks." He picks up the flimsy boy hallpass and rushes out the door.

Did he really have to use the restroom? No, not at all. Benny had something much more important in mind.

He arrives at the gym doors, trying not to be spotted by the practicing class inside. The cheerleading team tryout results are posted on the board. His finger slowly moves down the page as he scans the list of names. Nice Erica got in As he gets closer and closer to the bottom of the list, his heart starts to sink.

Please. please please please please.

His finger stops at the final name, Betty Weir. He taps the page triumphantly, a huge smile spreading across her face.

She reads the last little blurb on the page: First Practice Today after school.

She steps away from the paper and fidgets the blue hallpass in her hands as she heads back to class.

Today's a new day.

As the class packs their things, ready for the school bell to ring, Ethan nudges Benny.

"Hey, wanna play Nights of Ninjitu Four at my place?"

"Oh, I'd love to. But…"

"I promise I won't kick your butt too hard this time, come on!" Ethan offers, "You can even ban my main."

"Oof, that does sound really nice, but I already have plans." Benny looks around the room, avoiding Ethan's gaze.

Thankfully, the school bell rings.

"Aww, okay. Well, feel free to stop by later, if you want!" Ethan shouts, adjusting his backpack and heading into the crowd.

"Later, E!" He waves, hoping Ethan will see his hand over the masses of students.

He joins in the crowd to wiggle his way to the bathroom. He doesn't bother being sneaky since no one is ever in here this late.

At least, that's what he thought. As he heads into a stall, he sees Rory fumbling out of another.

"Shit, shit, shit! I'm gonna miss the bus!" He hisses as he furiously scrubs his hands in the sink.

"Rory, you can fly."

"Yeah, but I like my bus driver!" He frowns, ripping the papertowel dispenser several times, before rushing into the hall.

Benny shakes his head and laughs to himself over the interaction as he changes.

As Betty enters the gymnasium, she sees small groups of cheerleaders sitting around in the bleachers, mingling while they wait for their first cheer practice to start. Erica is sitting off to the side lines of the groups, and waves down Betty as soon as she sees her.

"Ohmygod, holy shit!" Erica smiles, "I'm so glad you got in!"

"Me too! I can't believe it." Betty genuinely didn't use a single magic trick this time, it was all her. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face. "We'll get to cheer together!"

"Augh, you're too cute." Erica gushes. She stands up and starts stretching her legs.

"Sooo, have you been in any sports before this?"

"Cheerleading's a sport. Ha." Betty catches the looks around her and quiets up, "Ah, I mean, it's totally a sport! But anyway, um, not really. I'm just a home body. What about you?"

Betty starts to join in on Erica's stretch routine, putting her hands on her hips so she can stretch her back.

"Ah, yeah, cheer's my first sport too," Erica says, then she makes a little smirk, "You just seemed a bit like you would've been a soft ball player."

"Huh? How?" Benny shoots up.

"Never mind." she shakes her head and looks over to their new coach.

"Congratulation ladies, every single one of you got in." the coach announces, "Pat yourself on the back."

Betty twists her arms behind her to reach her back, and Erica stops her.

"And now, I want you to all change, and do a lap around the track in the field."

The team groans.

"Told ya we'd need to stretch." Erica smiles to Betty.

"Uhuh. Well, I'm gonna head outside to start on that track, or do you want me to, uh, wait?"

"No, go ahead. I'll be right out."

Erica follows the rest of the girls into the changing room and leads herself far back into the curtains, before speeding out of the gym with vampiric super speed. Betty feels a gust of wind hit her skin as Erica stops right next to her.

"AHH!!" Betty jumps, but relaxes when she turns around to see Erica, "Oh. Hey, Erica. That was quick."

"Thank you."

They both wait for the coach to open the fenced gate to the field before starting into a light jog next to each other.

"So, what do you think about the running?"

"OOuuhgh." groans Betty.

"You know, if track gives you trouble, I know how to cheat it."

"Wait, really?" Betty says between gasps, "That'd be awesome!"

"Alright. But not now."

"Wha-" she pants, "Why?"

"Because Ms. Malanchie is staring right at us." Erica says, jogging slightly faster. "Next time."

"Ahh! Wait up!" Betty quickly follows behind her.

The group of girls slowly gather in a circle at the end after finishing their lap. Some girls continue stretching while others go on their phone.

Erica, remembering something, pipes up, "Oh, hey! Do you have any socials?"

"Oh, what do you mean?"

"Hello? It's the twenty-tens!" she laughs, "MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Insta, Tumblr? Doesn't that ring a bell?"

"Yeah," Betty scratches her neck, "But I don't have anything like that. Um, you know how homeschooling is."

"Yea, I guess you'd only be friends with, like, your Grandma and your neighbors or something, haha."

"Yeah haha, totally only for losers."

Meanwhile, on Benny's desktop computer at home, it displays his Myspace profile and his only friends: Ethan, Rory, and Grandma.

"Wellll, now you have me!" Erica nudges, "And I'd totally give you a shoutout! You'll get tons of friends!"

"Awe, who would even wanna follow me?" Betty twirls her hair.

"Come on! Your a hot cheerleader that's single." Erica raises her brow a bit, hoping for a reaction.

"God, how can you tell I'm single? Am I just that bitchless?"

Erica laughs.

"Well, I think with some luck, you wouldn't be."

The coach blares her whistle.

"Alright, girls! Let's go over the basic routine."

As they get dismissed from practice, the herd of cheerleaders head to the locker room.

"So, Betty…" Erica says as she puts on a black leather jacket, "Would you maybe wanna head to the mall?"

Betty grips her messenger bag tighter. Part of her wonders if this is supposed to be a date, but come on. This is probably just like, a normal girl thing.

"Uhm… I guess so."

"Ooh, great! I've been wanting to go with someone!" Erica cheers.

Betty relaxes. Nothing to worry about. This is totally just a Normal Girl Thing.

"Yeah, for sure."

Erica and Betty arrive at the Whitechapel mall.

"Okay, so, uhm, where do you wanna go first?" Erica asks walking in.

They walk past a couple of stores with displays of mannequins in form-fitting clothes. Betty feels a shiver run down her spine.

"Uhh, anything besides clothing stores."

"Awe, why?" Erica asks.

"I just find it all very," she gulps, "boring?"

"Alright, for sure. Hmm." Erica eyes the black store blasting out shitty emo music, "How about Hot Topic?"

"Uh, I don't think I've ever been there before."

"OMG, it's gonna rock your preppy little world." she says entering, proudly standing in front of a display of anime tshirts, "Okay, well, don't mind these."

She leads Betty towards the back, into the corner where the large display of band tees are.

"OMG they got so many Single Tear Tshirts!!" She squeals digging into a pile of graphic band tees, "Have you heard of them?"

"Uh… nope."

"No way…" Erica couldn't believe it, "I'll have to play you some of their song some time then, for now, help me find some shirts."

Betty helps Erica dig through the piles of folded shirts to find every Single Tear design they could.

"Hmm. Do you think I'd look better in the red, or black?"

She holds each Single Tear tee with just a differently colored background to her chest.

"Hmm… red." Betty answers.

"Ooh, cool. I've always felt like it was my color. And it's by one get one free, so let me know if you find something you like."

Betty and Erica slowly walk around the small store, looking up and down the rows of shelves. Betty finds a small minecraft creeper charm hanging off a necklace.

"Whoa. Wait, look at this." Betty points.

"A minecraft necklace?"

"Hey, it's cute, okay?" Betty looks over at her with pleading puppy eyes. "Pleasseee."

"Ack, okay weirdo. It's free anyways."

Walking over to the till, Betty peeks at the the expensive candy options.

"Just these, please." Erica says to the person working at the counter.

"Alright… 23.14, please." the bored, emo cashier says.

Erica hands over her plastic card, "And yes, I do have a phone number."

Betty looks over at the piles of pins and shoves her hands in it. It felt nice.

"Alright lets go." Erica says, with a Hot Topic bag in her hand. Betty takes her hands out of the pin pile and follows behind her.

They walk past the Gap and Gamestop, the two G's Betty remembers going to all the time with her grandma. She feels like such a dork.

"Could we grab something to eat?"

"Yeah, we can head by the food court." Erica shrugs.

They enter the modest food court, five chain restaurants meet them on each side.

"How about Pizza Hut?" Suggest Betty.

"Nah, I'm good." Erica says, still looking at her options. "I think I'll get taco bell."

"Oh, wait! Taco Bell also sounds good!" Betty mentally slaps herself. Pizza hut? What was she thinking? That was such a Benny thing to say. They wait in the short line together.

"So, what do you want? I'll pay." Erica asks.

"Aww, thanks. You don't have to."

"No, no. Don't worry about it," Erica bumps her, "If I can't get you some clothes I can at least get you something to eat."

Betty looks down at her frumpy shoes to hide her blush. I really should get a nicer pair.

"Hello, welcome to Taco Bell. How can I help you?" The employee asks.

"Yeah, I'll have a beefy burrito and…" Erica trails off and looks at Betty.

"…And a number 1 combo with… a Baha Blast, please." Betty adds.

"Anything else?"

Erica looks over to Betty again, who quickly shakes her head no.

"Nah. We're good."

"8.50."

Erica digs though her bag and pulls out a small black wallet with silver details.

She hands over a crisp 10 dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

They shuffle out of the line for the next customers and wait on the side for their order.

"Cheerleading really worked up your appetite, ay?" Erica grins.

"Ah, I guess so. Was it too much?"

"Nah, not at all," Erica nudges, "Nothing wrong with having an appetite."

"Ah, thanks." Betty responds. She looks down at herself. It feels so odd being in public like this. Even if its behind a wig and preppy clothes, she wasn't sure how she felt about being seen by so many people.

"Food's ready," Erica snaps her out of her thoughts, "I'll get it. Wanna seat?"

"Yeah, thanks." she replies, rubbing her cold arms nervously as she sat down. It feels weird not being in at least a T-shirt.

"Of course! Now eat up, I wanna hit up at least one more store before they close."

As Betty unwraps her first taco Erica snaps a pic with flash.

"Augh jeez what was that for?" Betty says flinching and wiping her eyes.

"Your new Instagram obviously."

"When did I sign up for that?"

"Now" Erica says with a toothy smile. "Pull out your phone."

"Can I just eat?" Betty says, with the uneaten taco in hand.

"Yeah yeah go ahead I got it." Erica says grabbing Betty's phone to go on the Istore.

After a minute or two of downloading Erica pipes up "What do you want your handle to be?"

"Like. Username?" Betty questions.

"Yea." Erica says pushing the register screen towards Betty.

"Hmm how about uh. Betty Cheer?" She shrugs.

"Lame, you sound like a bot." she says punching it in. "Taken."

"Uhhh, Betty Ultimate Cheer?"

Erica quickly taps in the new, even lamer, username. "Not taken, cool."

"Nice." Betty says in between bites.

"Alright well I'll let you customize your profile how u want but," She says giving back Betty's phone and quickly typing on her own phone. "I'm shouting you out rn."

"Mrmr, can I see what it is before you send it?"

"Of courseee." Erica finishes up and holds her phone in front of Betty's face.

A picture of a shocked Betty holding a taco in one hand with the caption:

Check out the newest cheerleader on the Whitechaple cheer team @Betty_Ultimate_Cheer!! #Cheer #Cheerleader #NewBestie #GalPals #MallPic #Friends

"Can I post this?" She pleads to Betty.

"Augh alright sure whatever," She takes a sip from her large soda, cleaning up her area. "Only cuz' you bought me food."

As the girls throw away their trash, they stumble upon a DVD store.

"Hey Betty, wanna look inside?"

"Oh, sure!" she replies, eyeing The Dark Night Rises poster excitedly, "Are there any movies you're excited for?"

"OMG, I don't know if you're a Dusker, but I cannot wait for the fourth movie to come out on DVD!!"

"Wasn't that a total bomb at the box office?" Betty jokes.

"Ugh yeah It was," Erica shakes her head, "But some people just don't have any taste."

Betty scoffs. The two carefully look up and down the rows of DVDs available to rent.

"Ohmygod, haha! Erica, look!" Betty pulls Erica to the side. "But I'm A Cheerleader, just like us!"

Erica quickly grows flustered, she tucks some hair behind her ear.

"…Really?" she smiles.

"Yeah! I mean, we're both cheerleaders, right?" she says, not really getting it.

"Have you not seen But I'm A Cheerleader before?" Erica asks.

"No?" Betty raises an eyebrow, "Should I?"

Erica plucks the DVD out of her hands and brings it straight to the counter.

"I'd like to rent this DVD please."

"How long?"

"Just the weekend would be great."

"Aw, thanks Erica," Betty twist her hair, "I can't wait to watch it."

"That's great! Would you wanna watch it at my place, then?"

Bettys eyes grow wide, shocked.

"Um. Uh, today?"

"I mean, if you want to," Erica smiles at Betty while she hands the clerk her credit card, "But we have all weekend."

"Ah, okay. Awesome."

"Does tomorrow sound better?"

The clerk rolls their eyes at the cheerleaders interactions, and hands Erica her receipt.

"Yes!" Betty sighs with relief, "I mean, I just got out of cheer and I'd like to change and shower first, haha. You get it."

"Of course you do." Erica grabs the DVD from the counter and yawns.

"Oh man, are you getting sleepy? Because I sure am, haha. Wanna head home?"

"Mine, or yours?" she smirks.

"Um, our own houses." she bites on her thumb.

"Alright, alright. I got you, I'll call a cab."

They quickly walk though a JCPenny, past the perfumes, bed displays and poorly made clothes and exit the mall.

Erica leans on the side of the store wall and audible dialing noises are heard.

"Thanks Erica." Betty peeps, twiddling with her thumbs, a bit to anxious to read the miss messages she has on her phone.

Betty is reminded of the minecraft merch she got, "Could I get my necklace?"

"Hi, I'm at the Whitechaple mall," Erica pulls her phone away from her ear, "Yeah here just take the bag."

"Sorry about that, we're just out of JCPenny's. Uh huh, yeah thank you." Erica stuffs her phone away in her jacket "It'll be a few minutes."

Erica catches Betty struggling to clip the small C clasp behind her neck.

"Here I got it." Erica offers.

"Oh, haha thanks." Betty hands over the creeper necklace.

Erica places the charm in front of betty and pulls back the metal chains around her neck, carefully pulling her hair to each side and clipping the clasp behind her.

"There you go." Erica smiles, putting Betty's hair back into place.

"Wow thank you," she beams, "How do I look?"

"Amazing."

A bright yellow taxicab pulls up next to the girls.

"Thank you Erica, for everything… This was really fun."

"It's no problem, softy. Just text me when you get home alright?"

"For sure," Betty says, scooting up to the cab driver. "So my house is at…"

Erica closes the door for her, and waves as the car drives off.

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Betty arrives home and quickly heads to the back door. Grandma should be asleep by this time but she didn't wanna take any chances. She tip toes though the kitchen and into the first story bathroom to change.

Back to plain old Benny.

Before he stuffs the wig in his bag, he takes out his neon green phone.

Missed Calls from: Grandma(4), Ethan(1)

Two New Messages from: Erica_Jonez, Xx_RORY_VMPR_xX

Woah woah woah, wait Rory?

Benny stops in his tracks and tries to read the previews.

Hey Betty! I cannot blive ur- Wanna meet u-

She hessitates to open them, instead clicking on Erica's.

Had a blast w/ you today, hope your not dead lol.

Betty shakily responds "I'm not dead but I feel like im about 2 be."

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #fanfics #gifs #betty weir #BWF #fanfiction #benny weir #erica jones

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