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I love u little monkey…ur my glorious king… even if you like that trashy hoe… 💔

oooo bill i love u bill.

ignore how weird my art is rn. idk why my style keeps shitting itself.

ME WHEN ME WHEN ME WHEN AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!!!!! PEAK WRITING AT ITS BEST!!!!! PEAK LITERATURE!!!! GRGRHHRHRHEHEHEBEJEBJDE!!1!1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!1!1!1!!1!11!!1!

(I’m not okay chat 💔)

EPILOG. . Bill x Reader smut headcannons ‼️

Second post that isn't a request??? Woaahh.. (I love requests send more.)

Nsfw! (Mostly because I need one up so people know how I write it..)

Cw: bill whimpers. Headcannons + short drabble. Bill calls you a slut

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♡This man definitely cried when he came for the first time in a women. Bsf look at me and tell me he isn't a man who whimpers, he's pathetic

♡Definitely forgot condoms existed because all he watches is porn and they don't use condoms in porn, and was surprised when you asked about them

♡Cums so fast... like under 3 minutes, especially first few times. Can go again in a bit though, so I guess that's a plus

♡Sucks at after care. The most you'll get is him getting you some water.

♡Gets genuinely upset you don't moan like women in pornos, like he isn't doing good enough because your moans aren't theatrical

♡First time you sucked him off, he ripped out a chunk of your hair, and you refused to talk to him for the rest of nice. He complained about "women, take me out of the dog house this is stupid!"

♡Loves your tits, a boob man through and through. He loves groping them so much.

♡Definitely needs you to talk him through it. As much as he hates to admit it, he needs you telling him he doesn't suck me makes you feel good to cum.

♡Cares more about his own pleasure then yours... even if he needs you to cum, he still cares more that he feels good. .

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦°❀⋆

SMUT IMMEDIATELY UNDER THE LINE!!

"Fuck.. fuckkk.." Bill whimpers/groans. Pouding into you softly, one hand on your hips, the other massaging your tits "am I doing good women?" He asks, through grunts

"Fuck.. so good, make me feel so good.. now are you gonna be good and cum?" You ask in a breathy tone, nails digging into the sheets, boob's bouncing as bill softly pumps his cock into you.

"Fuckk... gonna come please.." Bill groans, his nails staring to dig into the soft flesh of your tits. His face somehow a scowl mixed with bliss.

"I.. fuck I wanna feel you cum.. please bill" you would say in a pleading tone, knowing bill would always say yes

"Fuck yes.. oh shit, so fucking warm" Bill grits his teeth before cumming

"So that's the 3rd time tonight in under three minutes?" You tease with a grin, still teasing him while he's in you.

Bill pants, it only takes about a minute before his dick starts to harden again "shut up slut and suck!" He pulls out and moves your head down to the tip harshly, despite any noises of discomfort you made..

And a similar cycle would repeat for another hour

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Me too bookie…💔

he’s so gross

Doodles of my three eltingville oc’s with the pixie short haircut,

Maddie just looks like bill + Pete with eyebrows…oh my poor femcel 💔

ANOTHER REDRAW

Fluttershy fem!user is so cute I just had to draw her with Jerry :3

@str4wb3rrysw3etheart LOVE LOVE LOVE UR WORK 💗💗

Im gonna transform into a little fairy and whisper…

"Ur gay….do homo things…♡"

gaygaygay

LMFAO POOR HARPER, I WOULD CRY TOO 💔💔

Eltingville OC/Self-Insert oh no

Yikes is all I have to say after reading that, my heart goes out to those victims :( 💔

SPREAD THIS!!!

I'm not really used to make this kind of posts but I need help from you all - Eltingville

Do NOT stay neutral for once:

Google Docs

Final Call Out

The Eltingville Club - Fandom Call Out - Call of attention Clarification: I invite you to comment, this document is enabled for viewers to

The doc lets viewers comment on it, please do it and help me spread this information, thanks for listening

I had a weird short dream so I thought you guys should hear it,

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Okay so there was like hundreds of dudes in a big ahhhh room and there was one guy tied up in a chair, and then there was this other guy with dark hair teasing him and whispering things in his ear….when all of a sudden Slendermans son came in and called out “WHERES MY POOKIE!!!” then the dream ended….

This is me I fear…. 💔💔

I LOVE MY FRIENDS SO MUCH I'M JUST STUPID AND FORGET THAT FEELINGS NEED TO BE EXPRESSED IN ORDER FOR THEM TO BE FELT

I need to get a job badly chat…🥀🥀

I LOVE THIS VROOOOO!!!! 💗💗💗

UPDATE. I FUCKING FIGURED IT OUT.

I MADE THE ACTUAL PETELOW EDIT. EVERYBODY START APPLAUDING.

I made the second half in my litteral gallery. Like I used that "make photo slideshow" feature that Facebook moms use to showcase their cats. All the filters were done in tik tok as well as the little sticker thingies. LOWKEY PROUD OF MYSELF FOR THIS BWAHAHAHQH

I love you @insanepepper1 … ur my glorious king…/ref 👅👅👅👅👅

they're married btw ❤️

Hey there! 🌟❤️ I hope you're doing well! 🌸 I’m reaching out for your help in amplifying my voice and sharing my family’s story. 🌹🙏 Would you be willing to reblog my pinned post on my blog? By doing so, you could make a real difference and help protect a family from war and hardship. 🕊️ Your support means the world to me! 💕 Thank you so much for your kindness!🌺 @momenalmdhounblog

BOOSTING!!! 🌺🌺

THIS MAKES ME SICKKKKKK

The eepy lovers. My commission from @joetastic2739

I wanted to share this here :)

I love you bookie bear 😼🫶 /p

I’ve seen SOOOO many of these and I absolutely ADORE ALL OF THEM ON TIKTOK, YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL AND TALENTED, I HONESTLY THINK OF YOU GUYS LIKE CELEBRITIES!!! 💗💗

My inspo: @marzaboo @uravitycore !!!!

I’ve seen SOOOO many of these and I absolutely ADORE ALL OF THEM ON TIKTOK, YOU GUYS ARE SO COOL AND TALENTED, I HONESTLY THINK OF YOU GUYS LIKE CELEBRITIES!!! 💗💗

My inspo: @marzaboo @uravitycore !!!!

SHES SO COOL AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Another (old) oc

I forgot to post these a few days ago but I redrew my first eltingville oc I did like when I first got into the pilot for the first time? (Legit butterflies on billy ballsack..) she was supposedly scrapped because in my opinion I wasn't really feeling her and also because it's quite self indulging to the point I'm cringing on myself so I had to drop her ass, but I like how I did her hair so she's back in business BAAAABYYY

(also boken inglish forgib me 😢)

First design (I was making an introduction thing and gave up halfway)

Lazy redraww (I made her a bad bitch in the wte vers like damn..?? what even is my sexuality anymore 💀)

I guess background info? (I'll make one for Dane, yes I'm looking at you @/indohyusbarf 🫵😋)

warning: very lengthy.. ?? I'm just yapping at this point.. sorry bros.. got too into it.. 😭

Valentine 'Val' Cooper is one of the popular girls in eltingville high or whatever. She's related to Joe (crazy..), and works in Joe's comic book store as a punishment for her rich ahh parents because she was caught in a major scandal and to also learn how the real world operates, be in shes excellent for the job as she casually rips people off 5 times the price, she's a business woman, just like her parents, and uses it in her ability to get more money and shit, (casually steals money from the register). She's perfect for the job but she has a complete intolerance to geeks and nerds (she doesn't know the difference and would not care to even correct herself, as if on purpose), saying that they are the disease and should get rid off in this orb of a planet.

Reasons and her views on geeks or nerds in general??:

She places immense value on social status, popularity, and outward appearances, carrying a deep-seated belief that people should conform to mainstream ideals, often viewing those who stray from the norm (especially geeks and nerds) as socially inept or unworthy of respect, being a 'geek' signifies obsession with niche or unconventional interests that diverge from what they consider acceptable or admirable. Rather than deeply engaging with any subjects outside their comfort zone, she participates only in trends they deem acceptable (within popular culture), she's uncomfortable with the people who get so obsessed (in her opinion to a borderline extent), that this discomfort she feels manifests into having bitchy judgmental attitude toward those who become borderline obsessed with their hobbies, such as video games, comic book fandoms, or technology (typical geeky shittt, like damn girl you hate ppl having fun??)

Working in Joe's shop/having to interact with geeks/nerds:

When confronted with someone who has a deep fascination or obsession, Val's reaction will be overly critical or dismissive, rolling her eyes, interrupt, or change the subject abruptly (are you gonna pay or not? 🙄), believing that engaging in such conversations is a waste of time or even flat out embarrassing. She firmly believes that social interactions should adhere to certain unwritten rules, and those who openly geek out about their interests defy those norms. She finds it very difficult to tolerate long conversations about niche topics that they don't understand or enjoy, perceiving it as self-indulgent and inconsiderate to the person they're talking to. (Neurotypical mindset .. sighs)

Finally, her experience with the gang (the elting shits!!):

Bill - she hates geeks

Josh - she hates fat geeks

Jerry - she hates socially awkward geeks

Pete - she hates .. geeks

I'll make an in-depth of their relationships one day 💀

Dane (oc) - she hates gay people, geeky religious geeks

Her relationship with Dane: (a little snippet of Dane's personality)

They have a sort of rivalry, more on to Dane than Val (She could not care less!! 🤣🤣). Dane hates her guts so much (because in his opinion she's just like the serpent in Adam and Eve),which Val takes it in her advantage to humiliate him if possible.

Back then, Val tried to flirt with Dane when they first met, which Dane pulled the fucking bible and recited bit by bit from the passage

1 Thessalonians 4:3-8..

straight up yapping away, straight up yelling it mostly to himself and Val is just taking it in.. So then the next time they meet, Val is either notoriously bullying him or ignores him, which both infuriates Dane (boy make up your damn mind.)

HYPOCRITE PAST:

In her younger years, she proudly identified as an 'otaku,' immersing herself in the world of Japanese pop culture. She adored reading shoujo manga and watching romance shows. She dives her interest in crossdressing too, typically dressing up as beautiful anime men (ikemen). However, as she transitioned into high school and embraced a more popular persona, her relationship with these interests began to shift.

Her passionate love for anime, manga, and crossdressing that once brought her joy seems to clash with the image she has cultivated as the popular girl (due to her parents influence to her and the school). In her sudden lift in being part of her new social circle, she has distanced herself from anything related to geek culture, adopting a dismissive attitude toward those who continue to embrace it. What was once a source of pride has now transformed into a source of embarrassment, leading her to criticize and even resent those who identify as geeks, nerds, or otakus.

She immerses herself in being part of a clique, classic hookups and drama, she engages her watch of sitcoms,and other mainstream movies and shows within her new social context. Instead of engaging in crossdressing, she now focuses on wearing stylish and sexy bad bitch clothes in typical popular and societal fashion (you go girl YEAAAHHHHHH)

She often looks down on those who continue to immerse themselves in the culture she has left behind, failing to recognize the beauty of the very interests that once brought her happiness.

My new persona since I got my pixie haircut 👅👅

- Her name is Cou (Coo) she’s a silly billy and plays Roblox horror games with her friends (she’s the loudest)…

- Robotic cat ears, and has a strange tail….

- Weirdo 💯

- Her ass does NOT fw pineapples..

Dude this is so peak, I LOVE MY MOOTS TEEEHE ꈍᴗꈍ♡

You've probably already gotten this ask but if not, Jerry yandere hcs perchance???

But I’m a Creep…I’m a Weirdo

Summary: Yandere! Jerry Strokes x reader

TW/CW: Yandere behavior, online stalking, obsessive behavior, harassment, light fluff

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! Yandere! Jerry was so fun to write honestly! Hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are appreciated!

* Would be the yandere that could mask it the most

* During the crush stages, he can feel his heart pound out of his stage the moment he senses your presence. He’ll fiddle with the cuffs of his sweater while he stares deeply at you (probably salivates a little while doing so, but quickly gets the drool off of him)

* The type to look at you in the distance, cause he’s afraid of interacting with you (the club mock him by staring at you the same way he is)

* If you do talk to you, he’s fumbling his words and avoiding you at all costs

* Has wasted tons of character DnD sheets trying to imagine you in some of his campaigns. Has even done sessions by himself, pretending you’re there with him (you two always end together in the end)

* Online though…it’s a different story

* The benefits of being online is anonymity. No one knows your name, face, address, phone number, etc.

* Jerry is a 4chan user, and has written….colorful languages of his “encounters” with you. Any assets you have, he describes them in detail and has given you a fake name (like he doesn’t actively write out any special features you have)

* Late at nights, he’ll look through your online profiles, staring deeply into any photos you’ve posted of yourself (pray that those photos don’t have any cleavage in them, cause he will get off to that)

* Has a mini shrine of you in his house. It’s small, but contains Polaroid pictures of you (without your consent) stole hair clips, food that has been eaten, and generally any small items you’ve lost.

* The confession would be the most basic. He probably decides Valentine’s Day is the best, and buys you chocolate and flowers. He hands them to you and just stumbles across his affection

* Accepting it would mean him being red faced for the rest of the day and won’t stop thinking about you (he brags about it in the chat)

* You’ll mostly hang out around his locker. Just talking about school and stuff (he’s so bad at conversation, help this man)

* If you’re into DnD as well, expect him to jump for joy. He’ll break out the whole nine yards and would have a private DnD session with the two of you (it’s going to get creepy. He’s staring as you roll the dice and sometimes have to snap your fingers in front of him so he can continue the session)

* Online is where he takes it up to the extreme. He hates how passive he is in his real life, and wants you to feel safe around him.

* It’s easy, really! He’ll create fake accounts to harass and stalk you. Your DMs will be filled with harassment, personal information, insults, the whole shebang

* You’d figure out the limit on bans in MySpace cause they always keep coming, no matter what

* Jerry would be the shoulder for you to cry on. Hearing you vent about the backlash they’re getting from these trolls out nowhere

* Jerry understands, and will rub your back while you vent, knowing that he’s the one who’s causing this

* He knows this is for your own good. It’s like a DnD session, except the fantasy doesn’t end when he puts away the dice. Just a few more trolling, and you’ll be in his arms in no time!

IM SPREADING OPENNNNNN AUGHHHH 👅👅👅

Jude and shakes are the same, that’s all

☆彡He’s a D*ck, So She’s Tess?

Bill Dickey x Reader

Summary: A new girl transfers to Eltingville high and Bill writes her off as another bimbo who’ll hardly look at him. Until he spots her Dick Tracy comics. He’s in over his head after that.

TW: literally all kinds of misogyny. This is Bill Dickey we’re talking about. I might’ve made him a little nicer than usual, but that's just because I think if he was ever with a girl he had a real chance with he’d be too shocked to actually be an asshole. At first at least.

“Captain, are you alright?” buzzed a serene voice from Bill’s radio.

He set his phaser rifle down and sends a transmission over, “I’m alright, sweetheart. I’ve always got things under control.”

He puts a hand above his eyes as he surveys the area. He had just landed on an unknown planet with his crew of bombshell broads. The power cell on his phaser rifle was fully charged and he still had some kiss marks from the crew.

He was ready to conquer any potential threats.

The ground beneath him was hot and sand-like, but firm enough to act like gravel. There wasn’t much he knew about this strange planet. The sun was much stronger out here, and it was evident on the ridiculous amount of sweat that had begun accumulating on him. These damn Starfleet uniforms weren’t made for this kind of weather. Fighting against the glare of the sun, he squinted for some sort of sign of life.

He had been wandering for quite a while, and yet he hadn’t seen a single moving thing beyond the particles of sand he kicked as he walked. Sick of the overbearing weather, he sighs and gets ready to head back.

Until he spots it. Not too far in the distance is a figure. Immediately back on alert, he lifts his rifle and stomps toward it. The form gets clearer, but the shine of the sun prohibits him from seeing much.

It was a girl, that much he could make out. Oh.

It’s a girl.

A smirk immediately plasters itself on his face as he holsters his rifle and confidently walks forward. He would never miss an opportunity to add another fine woman to his ship.

When he feels close enough he puts his hands on his hips, “Need any help, princess?”.

The figure stays quiet. He puts a hand above his eyes in an attempt to shield the sun. He still can’t fully see her and it’s really starting to get on his nerves. Part of her ankle comes into view, which is enough to satiate his impatience, for now.

He could tell that she was wearing a loose dress. What kind, specifically? How was he to know? He didn’t care for that girly bullshit. It was short enough for him to see her beautiful legs. While his eyes hungrily raked over them, he noticed that she wasn't wearing any shoes either.

“What the hell?” he muttered, furrowing his brows. He motioned toward her feet with his hand, “how aren’t you fucking melting out here?”.

As if at the mention of it, he suddenly realized just how hot he had gotten. His sweat was leaving pools in his uniform and he felt much, much weaker. His vision wavered as he tried to keep his balance. He looked back up at her but the figure was gone. Before he could search for her, the alarm on his ship started to blare. His head shot up and turned to see the emergency lights shining. He reached for his radio but it was gone.

It was then that he realized just how close the sun had gotten. Way too close. And way too fast. And somehow it was getting even closer. Fuck. He abandoned any visions he had for the girl. She was probably ugly anyways. He had more than enough women to keep him company onboard. He realized if he wanted to keep his crew and his life, he needed to head back immediately.

He dropped his rifle and ran for his life. The sun was moving impossibly closer and his skin felt like it was burning up. As he neared the ship, his heart dropped at the sound of the engine starting. It was going to lift off without him!

Had even his beautiful crew decided to abandon him?

His despair was interrupted at the sight of the figure from earlier. The girl was alive. And on his ship.

She stood on the edge, holding her hand out. Bill could hardly breathe as the sun overtook half the sky and his skin ached. Yet, he kept running. He would be damned if he let his ship of beauties leave him to die like this.

As he neared the ship, he heard the girl scream at him to jump and it gave him one last kick of energy. As the ship lifted, it kicked up a flurry of sand that blinded him. Moving blindly, he jumped forward as she caught his hand. She held onto him as the spaceship lifted and he dangled by one hand. He looked down as the planet below him burst into a grand ball of flames. The flames seemed to get closer and closer and closer till—

He woke with a start.

Panting and sweaty, his eyes were wide open. He immediately groaned and threw his hand across his face. The sun was beating down on his face through his curtains, and he felt like he was back in his dream. Another stupid dream about imaginary women, and this time he doesn’t even get to see the damn broad. He can even still hear the stupid alarm. Wait. Alarm? Christ, it’s his alarm. He furiously rubs his eyes and sighs. If he’s tardy again, that’s his 4th absence of the month. He’ll get another call from the attendance office and his bitch mom will ground him right on time for the Star Trek marathon on Friday.

He quickly rose, staggering toward his drawer. No brushing or washing today, not like he cared for it usually. He shoved the first shit he could find on and walked to the bathroom. His clock glowing an angry red as he walked past. 7:30. Fuck, not even enough time for a morning sesh. He shoved his porn mag to the side and walked right up to the sink. Splashing cold water on his face, he ran his hand through his hair. Eh, good enough. He slipped his bag on and hurried out the door. What a shitty start to the day.

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There was one thing he would never get over. He was on his 4th year of high school and there was one question he could never answer. Why was everyone so fucking loud in the morning?

A pack of stupid broads in the corner, laughing and huddled together, throwing glares at the rest of the class. The nerdy, but boring freaks at the front. The sounds of zippers and books slamming as they prepped for class unusually early. Try-hards. Deep laughs hit like nails on a chalkboard in front of him as he watched the meathead jocks shadow box each other and leave a whiff of axe body spray as they moved. At the very front sat his old hag of a teacher who was probably too close to a retirement home to hear a damn thing anymore.

He sighed, trying to look away. Sat in his usual seat, it felt like he never woke up as the bright sun hit him right in the eyes as he turned. He dropped his head into the safety of his arms. Between the usual chatter and the blinding light, he felt like his head would explode. So caught up in feeling like shit, he hardly noticed the new silence.

Shifting in his now unusually loud seat, he finally caught up to reality. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes followed the still class to the front of the room.

There was a girl.

With the glare of the sun, he could hardly see more than her outline. He shoved his hand up like a shield, and finally, he saw her clearly.

Had he died and gone to Valhalla?

Surely, he died in his valiant dedication to fandom and was finally being rewarded for his efforts. With a heavenly glow surrounding her, there stood the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. His eyes raked her top to bottom, from her shining eyes to her shifting feet. Christ, she was a wet dream reincarnated.

As his jaw hung slightly open and his eyes stayed glued to her form, he finally noticed his teacher motion her forwards. There was movement from the girl’s beautiful lips. Only it was too late. He had no idea what she said and she was walking right toward him. He forced his jaw to close and stood up in his seat slightly. Don’t wanna look like a pussy. He gulped as she got clearer and prettier. There was an empty seat next to him and he was certain she was gonna take it.

Visions overtook him of suavely talking her over as she laid her head on her hand, looking at him with the most desperate fuck-me eyes.

He’d hand her a pencil, maybe an eraser too. She’d flutter her lashes at him and laugh at his jokes. She’d put her hand on his shoulder as she laughed and she’d follow him as class ended right to the band room. He didn’t even take band, but he heard from Josh that kids got up to some freaky shit in the closets over there. He’d undress her slowly and– Nope, can’t think that far right now. Think of something else.

As his hopes soared, they were smashed into the fucking ground with the force of Mjölnir as she turned left. Oh, Fuck off. The stupid popular bitches were waving right at her, motioning her towards them. Just like that, he knew it was over. He felt like the world's biggest moron. Every bitch is the same, he knew it. He dropped his head in his hands again. It was going to be a long morning.

The bell brutally tore him from his nap and he immediately scrambled to get out. He speed walked toward the bathrooms, aching to get his one moment of peace going over Pete’s "Sci-fi’s Hottest Whores" scrapbook he made with magazines he stole from the supermarket. Obviously, hanging out by the bathrooms that had an air of shit from the broken plumbing wasn’t his favorite, but it was the club’s only safehaven from bullies. He felt his tense shoulders relax as the club came into sight. As he nodded towards the boys and set his bag down, Jerry asked him how he was doing.

Bill groaned and his eyes narrowed. Jerry immediately regretted asking, but Bill already began his (first) rant of the day as he opened his leaky lunch bag. The club all brought their own lunches to school. They knew better than to go to the lunchline, where they’d get robbed before they even got a glimpse of the food.

Bill ate and spoke at the same time, dropping crumbs everywhere. As he got to the part where he saw the new girl, he set his sandwich down and paused his messy bites. “I’m telling you, she was the most beautiful bitch I’ve ever laid eyes on. I almost bent her over my desk and took her right there,” he grumbled as Pete raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Bill sighed and looked down, “For a second, she looked just like the girl in my dreams. I really thought I had a good premonition going on there.”

Josh was scarfing down his mom’s meatloaf, not entirely interested in the conversation. “So?” he muttered through his mouth full of food.

Bill slammed his hand down as he continued, “She was walking right to me! Till the stupid cheer whores motioned her over. And of course, she took the bait. Just like that, the love of my life is gone.”

Pete rubbed his hands along his knees, ”She might not be yours, but if she’s that hot she might be mine. Send her my way, ya’?” he smirked.

Bill sent him a deep glare, “Over my dead body. She won’t want your shrimp dick, freak.”

Josh laughed, again with his mouth full, “Like she’d want yours. She’d need to be Bionic-1 to see a thing on you.”

Jerry sighed, “She won’t want any of ours if she joins cheer. She’s gonna get passed around the jocks like a football.” He fumbled through his magic cards, trying to sort his sliver deck. He was half listening to the conversation, too distracted by the task in front of him.

Bill kicked the cards right out of his hands, “Don’t say some shit like that around me. You got a cuck fetish or something?” he sneered.

Jerry scrambled to pick up his cards, now definitely too distracted to listen to the conversation. Bill hardly had an appetite after that, realizing how right Jerry might be. He shoved his sandwich down his bag and wiped his hands on his pants. He took Pete’s scrapbook from Josh’s hands, “Gimme that. Like you can see it over your fat fupa,” he grumbled. Josh protested for it back but it fell on deaf ears.

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He hadn’t thought about her again for the rest of the school day. Once he was free from hell, anything school related trickled right out of his mind. He was walking out the main gate with the club, arguing about the X-Men Age of Apocalypse comic that made a totally bullshit turn in his opinion. His day had seemed to finally even out.

With a gentle breeze flowing through the trees and his jacket tied around his waist, he felt much lighter in the moment. The clumsy steps of the group against the pavement was all he could hear as he passionately continued his rant. He had just finished slapping Jerry across the head and cackling with Pete when a movement in front of him caught his eye.

He almost bit down on his tongue as he realized who it was. He felt a sudden lump in his throat and didn’t even notice the pause in his steps till the rest of the group were a few feet ahead of him.

It was her. She was walking in the opposite direction as the group, straight toward them. He stood in the middle of the path and anyone with an ounce of awareness in the moment would notice that he was in her way. Luckily, he was the dumbest motherfucker in the world at the moment. He failed to move out of the collision course and her gaze was too busy with her bag as she fumbled to get something out.

She rammed right into him and they fell with a thud.

He took note of her heavenly scent before anything else. It was almost good enough to distract him from how much of a fool he had just made out of himself. He didn’t have much time to ponder over it though, as he sat up on his knees and noticed her bag’s contents littered along the ground. His eyes lazily raked over the pile in his daze.

Until he spotted it.

If he was dazed before, he felt on the verge of a stroke now. His blood rushed to his head and his heart thundered like it would burst out of his chest. He started breathing manually as he felt himself break out in a cold sweat. His hands fumbled at his sides in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

Comics. Not just any comics. Not the stupid, girly romance kind. Dick Tracy comics. It didn’t take a detective to realize what that meant. As if his body was moving on its own, his hands shakily picked up the comics and he turned toward her.

The angel rubbed her shoulder as she looked up at him with a small smile on her shiny lips. Her eyes were soft and glittered as she looked at him. At least he thought so.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at all,” she said sheepishly.

Her voice felt like warm honey and the light seeping through the trees enveloped her in a beautiful glowing frame. Her head tilted and he felt as if he could see the gears turn in her mind. “We have a class together, right? I remember you,” she said with a smile.

At his newfound discovery that he had just gone mute, she continued. “I remember you because of your Magik shirt, I think you’ve got good taste.” His mind short circuited as he looked down. He had no memory of even picking it out this morning and it was slightly stained… wait, how did she know who Magik was?

He felt like he was going to pass out and struggled to find his voice. It cracked as he choked the question out, “Are these yours?” he questioned as he held out the comics. Her eyes widened and she quickly reached out for them.

“Oh fuck, yeah, those are mine. Hope I didn’t scratch them up, they were in mint condition when I got them,” she said as she squinted and flipped them around to inspect them.

And he was a goner.

He smiled at her. A real, albeit shy, smile. Maybe he had never woken from his dream after all.

Still in amazement, his thoughts stumbled out of his upturned lips, “You’re heavy.” She tilted her head at him with a blank expression. Oh. Wait, fuck. “I. I meant your bag. It looks heavy. Ya need help?” he stammered as his face burned.

She smiled softly and nodded “Yeah, thanks.” She dusted her knees as she rose, “so, you like Dick Tracy too?” she asked.

He nodded, suddenly growing uncharacteristically shy. Fuck. How the hell do you talk to girls? He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants as he rushed to pick up the rest of her things. It was the only thing he could think to do as his mind scrambled to think of a pick-up line. Should he tell her he had a 10 pack of condoms ready if she could handle it? He wiped the thought from his mind, he didn’t even know where to get condoms or how they worked. Although, obviously she liked him if she was keeping up a conversation with him for this long. Maybe it was worth looking into. He hurriedly stuffed her things back in her bag before putting it on. Was he seriously gonna carry a girl’s bag for her? He looked up, ready to protest.

His words died on his tongue when she held her hand out and smiled at him. Christ, l need to see her in some erotic cosplay. As his shaky hand touched hers, he felt like he was born again. Her soft skin made his heart throb and he felt like he just came down with a fever. I’m touching a real life girl. His knees felt weak as he attempted to rise. Any issue he had with carrying her bag was gone.

He’d kick a kid into oncoming traffic if she asked, as long as she’d keep touching him like that.

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Unbeknownst to Bill, his friends stood frozen in place a few feet away. The club was too shocked to do anything but watch. A cold, eerie feeling washed over them all. A girl being nice to Bill. And Bill being nice to a girl. They’ve got to be in hell. The world has to be ending. Someone’s gotta call the fucking police.

“What the fuck,” muttered Pete.

Jerry stood slack jawed and Josh hadn’t even noticed he dropped his brand new Superboy comic.

A cold breeze carried their silence. Yet, Bill had never felt warmer.

Stoppppp this making me so sad :(

Kids...I'm not going to finish this... Maybe Jerry and Bill have been friends since before the club existed and were very good friends before the whole club disaster...and also the reason why Jerry wanted Bill's approval so much.

Why do I still wonder...what did Jerry see in Bill that made him want his approval so much? (Bill was a creep.)

bill dickey is the 3D rendered stock image snail with glasses to me

Made some Eltingville banners (・ω・)ノ ✨

Ur so right bookie bear 🙌

More redraws

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MY BABIESSSS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

That’s it I’m gonna be a single mom and adopting them

Elting babies

she's cool :3

I LOVE IT SO MUCH BOOKIE BEAR TYSMMMM 💗💗💗

*eats the square post…*

I LOVE THEM SMMMM 💗💗💗‼️‼️‼️

Gay little school doodles of Mai bsf’s eltingville MOE oc’s

Chibi and non chibi art I might draw digitally l8ter