#betty boop curls!! BETTY BOOP CURLS

[rickybaby]

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[bettyfrommars]

The Boy is Mine (Betty's Version)

word count: 1.2k

18+MDNI, mature themes, getting high, allusions to smut, eating, nerds in love

The Scene: a romantic night at the trailer

My wee contribution for @carolmunson's writing exercise The Boy is Mine. I've never attempted a prompt like this before, and I usually write au's, so I wanted to give it a try. It's a quick little thing, I hope you enjoy 💚🚬

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“Have you ever tried a vanilla frosting covered pickle before?”

You held a big, fat dill up to the light and spooned a helping of frosting onto the tip before sticking the silverware in your mouth to lick it clean. 

Eddie slid in next to you at the kitchen counter, meeting your curious eyes over the offering in question.  “Is this you getting back at me for dumping all the raisinets in the popcorn last time?”

"Not at all. These were two of the four things left in your fridge," you stabbed it in his direction, making his eyes cross down the end of his nose.  “And you know I like raisinets in my popcorn.”

He frowned, thoroughly confused.  “I had vanilla frosting in my fridge?”

“That and a demonic voice asking for Zuul." Nibbling at the end, you chewed with your lips curled back like a bunny.

Eddie floated nearby, humming the Ghostbusters theme song, jutting his chin back and forth to the tune.  He paused to wave a hand in front of your face when you were unresponsive for too long, hovering as if your body might start contorting from the unnatural combination.  

“It’s not bad,” you nodded, fixing your eyebrows high. “Here, try it—-”

You charged forward, wielding the pickle.

“You are so stoned right now,“ he shuffled back, giggling.  Both pairs of eyes in the trailer that night were comically bloodshot.  

You missed your target and booped his cheek with it instead of his mouth, leaving a white glob there, eliciting a few dueling snorts of laughter.  

He took hold of your wrists, dancing you in a circle so that your back was against the wall, searching your face as he wet his lips.  “If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem.” 

“I’ll give you a problem,” shifting forward, your foot tangled between his, making you stumble against his chest and drop what was in your hand. It landed with a weighty thunk and rolled into the shadows of the hall.

“Oh nooooooooo,” you turned to him, faces mirroring horrified shock, followed by a laughing jag so intense that no sound came out, each of you buckling at the knees.  

When you managed to regain some composure, he smooshed his chest into you with a hmfph, blinking butterfly kisses on your cheek with his lashes.

”Hey I’m—I’m sorry there’s not much in my fridge,” he murmured, lifting his head but averting his gaze.  “I’ll have more money this weekend.  I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’m not the one complaining about the food in this fine establishment,” you tucked his hair back behind his ears, and then you untucked it.  “But I’m glad we could feed the floor a pickle.”

“And what a treat for the floor that was,” he ran his thumb along your jawline.  “Shall I roll another one?”

You found his hand to intertwine your fingers.  “I don’t think I’ll be able to drive home if I have any more of Rick’s secret sauce weed.

At that, he held a finger up in the air, and then spun to flip open the lid of the lunchbox that was at the end of the counter. 

 “Well, that’s the thing.  You’re staying here with me tonight,” he put a rolling paper down and pinched some green from inside a clear baggie.  

The flat of your palm traveled up his spine as you rested your chin on his shoulder to watch him work his magic. Next to the lunchbox sat one of his small, spiral notebooks covered in doodles.

“I hate my bed when you’re not in it,” his hair hung down to shield his face as he concentrated.  “I hate this world when you’re not with me.”

Your teeth found the meat of his arm for a nibble, tasting the cotton of his t-shirt.  “That’s very romantic.”

“It’s just you and me, monkey,” he lifted his arm up so you could slide in next to him.  He lit the end and put it to your lips.  “Promise you’ll stay?”

You nodded on a tight inhale, holding the smoke in your lungs.  

“There’s ramen in the cupboard and we can split the last beer,” he talked while you exhaled, nuzzling his neck, feeling the vibration from his voice as he spoke. 

“I need a glass of water first,” you mumbled against his warm skin.

He passed you the joint and went over to the dish rack to pick up something.  “I ran out of, like, nice cups, is this okay?”

It was his class of ‘86 mug.

You gave a thumbs up and he filled it with water from the tap. “You know how much I went through to get this thing. Only the best for my liege.”

Something colorful on the sofa caught your eye and you left the kitchen to get closer, squinting at what you thought you saw.  “Where did that throw pillow come from?”

“Where did what come from?” 

“This,” you lifted up the white square edged with a floppy ruffle.  Someone had embroidered a raccoon on the front, and the raccoon was holding a Garfield mug. 

“Wayne’s new girlfriend, the one he practically lives with these days. She made it.” He spanked his palm on his hip with each step as he brought the mug over to you.  “It’s pretty cute, right?”

“I love it,” you ran your fingers down the embroidery, finding immense joy in the expression on the raccoon's face.  “Is this supposed to be Wayne? It looks more like you.”

“Aw, don’t say that,” his arms found you once again, pining you close to his side. “It’s not even true, don’t get my hopes up. If only I were so handsome.”  

After a few gulps of water, you put the pillow down and turned to slot a hand on the side of his neck. “Want me to start the noodles while you find us something to watch?”

“What sounds good?” He mumbled against your mouth, nudging your nose with his.  “I recorded that Sunday night movie you wanted to see, the one about the time travelers. But I’ve got some other stuff, Rick gave me a whole box of tapes he didn’t want.”

“You recorded Time Bandits for me? Wait, when did you get a VCR?”

“I didn’t,” he brought his head back, sucking in his lower lip, and then he opened up his arm, gesturing to the contraption under the TV.  “I mean, you can rent them now.  Stevie boy gave me a deal.”

The sides of your mouth quivered.  “Just so you could record my movie?”

“Well,” he shrugged, looking down to play with your fingers in his hand.  “I knew you’d be at work that night, so.”

The kiss that came next was deep and urgent, and it stirred a frenzy in both of you. In a few seconds, the mug was on the ground, and you were undressing each other, pulling shirts off so you could be as close as the confines of your bodies allowed.  

“Fuck the movie,” he mumbled, breathy against your mouth, unbuttoning your shorts while you undid his belt and pulled him onto the couch. 

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The next morning, limbs tangled up with Eddie on his bed, you were just stirring when you heard Wayne come home.  Eddie groaned, shifting to roll over and spoon you from behind while you listened absently to the sound of his uncle taking his boots off and dropping his keys on the counter from behind the closed door.  

Wayne took a few steps down the hall toward the bathroom, a pause, and then: “Son? Are you awake? Why is there a frosting covered pickle on the floor?"

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Smooches 💚

[girlgerard]

betty boop curls

[ratsoh-writes]

Human grandma: I just hope that when she makes a big thing out of it, whatever she posts doesn't get that much traction.

Beck: As if her account with 78% bots could do something.

By now, the magic silk bag with all the leftover hair was almost full.

Pepper: WHAT DO YOU THINK HUN? IF YOU DONT LIKE IT WE CAN SHAVE AND TRY AGAIN?

He had fun with her hair, turning the now strawberry blonde curls into the cutest Betty boop like Bob. She looks super vintage!

[soubaim]

beautiful 20 years old flapper betty boop style with too short curled hair cut in a very short red mini dress full body

[aswho1estuff]

Faster

Plot overview: Who’d think my fun night of slightly illegal activity would put me right on the track to participate and against the infamous Nakamoto Yuta himself titled king of the street’s.

Ep 2. Party Dress Overview: yuta meets Betty again but outside the track.

Masterlist

Playlist

Yuta pov:

“Right this way please” the owner of the shop instructs us into a room “I’ll have someone in right with you” we thank her as she leaves.

I’ve been dragged along on a dress shop mission for Denise Taeyongs girlfriend which would’ve been okay if Lilly and I weren’t partnered up.

Honestly she’s weird towards Denise, me and Taeyong have talk about it with her but she says Lilly doesn’t mean it the whole experience was very emotional I felt bad, but I still think she should drop her.

“Hello I’ll be helping you today names Bethany” …..damn, it’s the girl from yesterday Betty boop.

Bethany how fitting and always in red..don’t be jealous? cute, I’m sure jealous of that-.. “ they allow you to wear that ..shirt” Lilly exclaimed I srunch my brows laughing, she took that phrase personally “ how could anyone not be jealous when the sun gets to bask in you every day” I say leaning over the arm rest toward her I can feel taeyong and Denise laugh at me.

“Thank you” she reply’s concisely noding making her braids move with her they look adorable. “Alright let’s get started what’s the event, theme if any, and style preferences” the girls and taeyongs chatter fills the room with replies.

Bethany pov:

“What do y’all think?” Denise asks she was in the piece I’d hope she’d pick it’s dusty pink with a ballerina skirt she looked beautiful.

“Like a fairytale, so beautiful” taeyong breaks the silence making her smile “a fairy” yuta adds in i look over to her Friend scowling that’s not happening I go behind her picking up a dress.

“Well I just think it-” turning quick I make sure to accidentally hit her with it “oh my god I’m so sorry” I usher out “ I just wanted to let you see this dress” leaning over I whisper a lil loud so yuta hears “yuta said it would look pretty on you” she snatch’s it from my hands running over to yuta yanking him with her as he sends help signals, gotcha bitch.

“Idk if I’m gonna get it” Denise reply’s walking back into the dressing room i guess she knew the answer even if that girl didn’t say it, time to bring out the big guns. “Give ‘em to her” I tell taeyong giving him the shoe box “thank you” he responds I nod.

I hope she wears em I’ve been eyeing them for month but in this moment nothing felt better than possible helping her out even if it’s just shoes.

Taeyong pov:

“Can I come in?” hearing the door unlock i open it putting the box down to hug her rubbing her back. “Denise-” “I know, i do, it’s just hard we’ve been friends for so long I feel guilty” she adds “sometimes you gotta let go of people, longevity doesn’t equal connection if it’s only one person working” I finish wiping her tears.

“What’s in the box?” she’s asks smiling now I pick them up handing them to her opening the box she gasped i peer over..wow “ they’re perfect” she exclaims jumping around “she’s got a good eye, you’ll look beautiful ” I reply hugging her again.

Yuta pov:

Finally escaping Lilly I take a stroll around the store looking for Betty boop. Turning the corner there she was raising up to fix the dress pulling her shirt showing her back ….and back dimple piercings interesting.

“They’re pretty” making her turn fast with a confused face “oh hello, yeah these are some of the prettiest dresses in the store” “I have some too” I say peering over her back “oh” she laughs out looking me over “you wanna see them?” I ask lips curling and with a usher from her hand I lift my shirt above my belly button.

“They’re real pretty” hearing the amusement in her voice I look up to find her face plastered with a smile seemingly stoping herself from reaching over, that’s no good.

“You can-” I start before I’m cut off with a fake cough from taeyong “can I talk to her privately please?” Denise finishes laughing I move over waving to Betty and following taeyong out.

Bethany pov:

Thank gosh somebody stoped me cause I was close to jumping off the deep end ..real close.

“Me and taeyong thank you so much, and I was hoping you’d accept this invatation” that’s so sweet but I shouldn’t. Looking up from the piece of paper to meet her eyes “I-” “just think about it please, please” she responds pleading “alright I’ll think about it” I finish smiling she nods and thanks me leaving.

Well a lil party wouldn’t be that bad, it cant hurt anybody.

<— Ep. 1 wheels or wigs

Ep. 3 ->

Masterlist

[moonspower]

i had this very close friend in high school—well we’re still close lol—who was in honor classes. top of the class. no one could touch her academically. but she drove to school wearing her pajama bottoms, in a beat up 1998 honda with tweety bird and betty boop interior in it from walmart, ate hot cheetos for breakfast, and kept half water-half vodka in her water bottle.

one time she tried meth and broke all of her limbs from flying off of a very steep hill on a mountain bike. showed up to school after that weekend in a wheelchair with a cast on both arms and both legs.

was already saving up to get a nose job right after we graduated, her eyeliner was out of control, and she smoked cigarettes in her car in the parking lot until it was time for homeroom.

one time she found out a guy was sexually harassing a friend in our group and she found him in the hall, pulled her curling iron from her purse, and started choking him with the cord. she loved and still loves the hell out of us, despite her batshit insane ways.

but she was still the smartest person at school. she graduated valedictorian.

vi energy tbh.

[motownfiction]

spring lamb

Charlie remembers the last meal he ever shared with the DeLuca family.

It’s something he only commits to memory after the fact – after he realizes he’s never going to have dinner with them again; not in the same way; probably not ever. He used to eat at the DeLucas’ house all the time when he was a kid. Even before Daniel was his best friend, Charlie would just end up there, in that house, a few blocks away from his home. That was what it was like then, before everything, before you could open up the whole world from your bedroom. You ended up at people’s houses. You ended up sharing dinner with their mothers like you never would have assumed before. Over the course of nineteen years (and many three-course meals), Charlie really got to know Daniel’s mother, Linda. He really got to love her, too, though he’s not sure he ever told her.

Now, he probably won’t have the chance.

He and Linda used to talk about all sorts of things when they’d sit down and eat dinner together. They’d talk about how Charlie was liking school, what he was learning on the piano, which Beatle was Linda’s favorite when she was a teenager, all sorts of things. Daniel was Charlie’s best friend then, but his friendship with Linda was special in its own right. She taught him how to carmelize red bell peppers better than anybody ever could. He taught her about the “St. James Infirmary Blues,” and she taught him about Betty Boop and Cab Calloway. Theirs was a unique friendship indeed.

Now, Charlie will never be able to get that back.

The last meal he shared with the DeLuca family before the world went to hell (before Sam went to heaven, or so Charlie tells himself he still believes, because it’s less terrifying than doubt) was a spring lamb with garlic mashed potatoes on the side. It was three days before Christmas in 2002, and just like in the old days, Charlie just found himself at the DeLuca house. Everything was so normal then. He and Linda chatted happily about how Charlie liked playing at the club in Brooklyn, how he dealt with late nights and long mornings, which Sex and the City girl was Linda’s favorite when she curled up with HBO at the end of a tiring day, all sorts of things. It was fun. It was familiar. It was normal.

And it only became a memory after Charlie realized he’d never have it again.

It only became a memory after Charlie disappeared so violently into his grief, he ruined every relationship he ever had, especially with the DeLuca family – his sister, a DeLuca by marriage, very much included in the assessment.

It only became a memory after Daniel didn’t want to be his best friend anymore.

Charlie can still taste that spring lamb somewhere on the back of his tongue. And it’s not even that he wants to eat the food again.

Except it is. Isn’t it?

(part of @nosebleedclub poetry month challenge -- day xiv!)

[smolcuriouskitten]

what's the most adventurous nsfw experience you've had?

"Um...So I was reading a book that mentioned cockwarming and I wanted to try it. Dean and I tried it and that might be one of the interesting stories." She answers and moves a curl from her face. "Or theres also the time I dressed as betty boop for a halloween party and the way he fucked me in the back of his impala..."

[rockymountainwriter]

Betty Boop

The little black dog with the snaggle tooth was anything but visible to me when my husband and I started dating. I heard them talking about an ‘ugly Betty,’ but I never saw her. One night, as we all watched a movie, I asked my husband, “Who is ugly Betty?” He told me I could find her behind the couch. Sure enough, when I looked, there she was, curled up in a little ball, sleeping. It was odd…

[programmedtoexterminate]

It's not that I think people are lying when they say they like my hair, it's that..................... I don't think they're telling the truth........

My friends particularly will often say my "curls are so nice"—that's how they say it and I think that gets to the truth of it. I don't think my hair looks nice but I think other people like "how curly it is"; they're impressed (?) by the defined springy coils. The style doesn't look good, to be honest, I look like a cartoon character, I look like Betty Boop, it's got a kinda "powdered wig" except it's also at least 50% cowlicks vibe, if you can imagine it.

I don't wanna say anyone is being disingenuous, and maybe I'm just cynical, but I think what this comes down to is that for lefty liberal types it's currently in vogue to idolize curly hair.

[bettyboopbow]

Mae Questel vs. Helen Kane in battle of the boopers.

Who was the real Betty Boop? Mae Questel of course.

It may look like Mae is copying Helen, but the flapper girl look was common to every girl of the 1920s and 1930s.

Kane did not own the spit curls, every girl had that style.

[femmesweetheart]

You looks like a mix between Snow White and Betty Boop in your last pics! And I say that in the most loving way possible! You are such a cutie! Do you use any specific products/tools for your hair?

That’s so sweet thank you!!! 🩷🩷🩷 I couldn’t take that the wrong way tbh it’s just the cutest compliments💞

And!! I think for this hairstyle I used these rollers and this hair pomade !! I don’t follow any curl pattern but I start them a little bit about my ear, so I don’t get the volume on top on my head just curls :)

[soubaim]

beautiful 20 years old flapper betty boop style with too short curled hair cut in a very short red mini dress full body

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Betty Boop Night: Ha! Ha! Ha! (1934)

by TeddyMedley

Roach runs on stage, wringing his hands as if he's fretting.

"What's the matter, Izzy?" he asks.

Roach is looking fucking gorgeous, his hair smoothed into waves except for the cloud of curls pinned at the nape of his neck. He's in the teeniest dress Ed's ever seen, with shiny heels on his feet and a garter belt around his thigh.

Ed would have to force himself to stop looking, if there wasn't so much going on. It's overwhelming in the best kind of way. The lighting makes everything look monochrome, and the old-timey music is funky, yet familiar. And the antics the performers pull—

"My toof!" Izzy wails, jumping around. 

Words: 1500, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Lounge Singer AU

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV), Betty Boop (Short Films)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Israel Hands, Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Jim Jimenez, Black Pete (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Israel Hands/Roach (Our Flag Means Death)

Additional Tags: POV Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Digital Art, Art, Roach is a lounge singer, Israel Hands plays piano, Jim and Pete are tumblers or something, Cartoon Physics, Performing Arts, Performance Art, cartoon inspired, Laughing Gas

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43915134

[junepegbert]

THIS FUCKING POSTER WONT FLATTEN. IM IN PAIN IVE BEEN AT IT FOR ALMOST 30 MINUTES NOW