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Here have mashup of my main OC's Art as well as my boy Norman

Welp, since I don't know what to post and I'm still working on chapter two of Norman lore, here are some meme

🏈1. chapter 🏆

⚠️THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXIST COMMENTS, RACIST SLURS, VULGAR WORDS, SA MENTIONED AND ISN'T RECOMMENDED FOR PEOPLE WHO GETS EASILY OFFENDED⚠️

(hey guys! this is chapter first of my OC Norman lore, and it's about how he ended being an Normie and potential feelings for someone:3)

*beep*, *beep*, *beep*....*"that annoying noise, that annoying noise of my alarm clock that wakes me up every morning Monday till Friday will end out of the window in the pool one day, Ugh fuck this shit."*

Norman opened his eyes and immediately flinched a bit since he still felt tired and completely exhausted from everything, the school, his 'friends', teachers... just everything, finally he tabbed on his alarm with his hand as it went silent, it's loud noise finally quiet, tho he couldn't go back to sleep, he had to stand up, take on clothes and go to school like every fucking day till friday, keeping that repetitive pattern he did since he was 7, great just great, which is what he did, taking on his iconic clothes that he wore everyday until it looked dirty, it was black turtleneck, red sport hoodie which is an merch of the sport club he was part of, some blue jeans he got in a thrift store and sadly had to take contact lenses on his eyes, he would have preferred wearing classes since he looks better in them and without them he feels naked, but he gotta wear them because he would get bullied by his sport "friends" for looking like a nerd, he even decided to go brush his teeth, because he had bit of time before he had to go, the mirror reflection showed the tired 18 year old highschool boy who's ginger curly hair was an mess and it's beautiful baby blue eyes completely tired and pale like the one of a ghost, which Norman didn't paid too much attention to his own appearance as he didn't wanted to impress anyone and didn't cared how he looked like after all because and wasn't trying to impress someone, it's not like he got friends, well he has 'friends' but they're mostly just teammates at sport club because welp, if Norman wanted to play sports, he needed with people, great.

*"Great, can't believe that today I gotta play with those jerks yet again, why am I even with them? I'm anyway getting tired and bored of playing sport slowly and all that those jerks are talking about is how they want to bury their dicks in pussie of the girls at school, ugh great, as if I wasn't suffering enough"*

Norman then finally took on his Adidas backpack and went down the stairs towards the kitchen, noticing his father Ray already there making him school lunch since Norman highschool gives shit ass foods,

"Ah, good morning Norman, how did you slept my little bug?"

said Norman's dad in a warm and deep voice, Norman dad looks a lot different from him, his hair wavy and dark brown woth some grey showing his wise age, the eyes were green and showing lot's of empathy that Ray has, he also has wrinkles on his face, showing how Norman dad is in his 50 and as well as an small beard, he wore an AC!DC shirt that was outworn and some grey sweatpants.

"it's fine dad, just annoyed I have to go there"

*"Why is he asking anyway? like I would somehow feel different in this repetitive annoying ass life, like something magical would happen to change this miserable pathetic life-"*

"I know son, school is an burden to manage, but you're smart and I'm sure you will manage to make it through, even if you're burden out"

*"did my dad just confirmed that school was annoying? I mean, makes sense he has Autism just like me so school is double the hell, I sometimes can't help myself but just tiny bit smile at him, at least dad had some understanding."*

"Yeah thanks dad"

said Norman back to him, taking the basic blue lunchbox from his dad and putting it into his bag pack

Norman then finally got out of his house and walked down the road of the Eltingville, he kinda hated it here, it was small and there weren't many shops that sell some books and the only one that did were miles away and would take him an hour to get there, the only close one to Norman was that Joes Shop that he had heard of which sells comics and not proper literature book's like Kafka or Dostoyevsky or even Shakespeare which Norman was shocked by, since he thought every shop sells Shakespeare's theatre plays, but that doesn't matter now since his main mission is to get to school...

*"Welp, there I'm, back here again in this hellhole of a school between these wanna be popular alpha horny ass jocks and the girls...ugh the girls, they were the worst, some of them were whispering and chuckling about me, talking about my attraction and how strong I'm and sexy while playing basketball, Pleh, absolutely disgusting and horrendous of them to think so dirty of me, like this once an blonde girl with revealing crop top and short skirt asked me out and was even flirting with me! Ugh, I couldn't scream at her or it would ruin my reputation at the school, so I had to sadly kindly decline, tho she was completely furious and annoyed, she luckily left me alone, at least some points for me."*

Norman was walking towards his school in the road, students were around him walking towards their endless suffering of a place called school, luckily there weren't soo many people so Norman was alright with it, but he managed to sometimes get overwhelmed by the people there and the surrounding, luckily Norman make it through the group of people in the hall towards his classroom, sitting down at the complete front desk in the middle since the back was occupied by the sport ass jerks that are his 'friends', preppy girls with huge ass tits that smokes cocks and have face covered in make-up. There were other nerd and normal students, which Norman didn't paid attention to them, since they weren't interesting, expect one group of boys.

*"what do I have as the first class Anyway? oh yeah, the fucking old teacher and biology, I hate how she treats me as this nice gentleman that will be great dad and find an beautiful Wife, well new flash old hag, I'm gay and hates woman, I don't like being around women since I don't know what I should expect from them...will they touch me? drug me and lie? will they lure me and rape me? hah! I won't let that happen like last time with..."*

Norman stopped in his thoughts and sighed, he hated to think of his past when he was vulnerable and abused by the only person he had and yet...."she" broke him, how could he forgave such an gruesome act "she" did to him? he couldn't, and will never forgive for what "she" did to him and so, Norman sight and mentally prepared himself for the class and hoping that the teacher will ignore him

The bell rang as then there could be heard that familiars heels...*clack*, *clack* and *clack* that irritating sound made Norman blood frooze and roll his eyes in pure annoyance, the door opened as the nice looking old lady with glasses, short grey hair and flower dress walked in

"good morning students, I hope y'all won't interrupt this lesson, since I'm having an nice day and a good mood"

said the old teacher with the 'sweet grandma' voice that made Norman just irritated, how can she be this nice but yet still treat him like some straight troublemaker who will get himself wife? ugh, he hated those types of old people....

luckily the class was somehow manageable (it wasn't without feeling bored and annoyed) since the teacher talked about sex system, animals and that we are part of and will expect all of us to have family...expect Norman, he doesn't consider himself as some lower class who will have children and be like average husband/dad, no no, he was MORE then that, he had DREAMS, an REAL DREAMS not wanting to spend the rest of his life focusing on some random girl, fuck her and then have a child and work, no no, he was more.... better then that

making it to another class, and another, and another and another....until it was luckily lunch, an 1 hour break before another one, Norman made his way through the groups of people and sat where he usually sat, by the side with his "friends" can he even call them friends at this point? let's call them rather club members, yeah that's much better, so Norman sat with his club members of 4 boys and 3 girls, which Norman felt uncomfortable by the presence of the girl's, leaning towards the boys like leeches...

*"ugh great, they're leaning onto them like some kind of submissive bitches who are asking for it, great just great!"*

thought Norman to himself and sighed, taking sip of his thermo flask in which he had an warm wild fruit tea, his favourite and his safe drink. Norman pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, opening itbup as there was his safe food, tomato sauce with macaroni and cheese, Norman calls them "Pizza Macaroni" and they're extremely delicious. He loved his dad cooking since he always cooked such an amazing dishes that managed to make Norman happy, meltdown? spicy kung pao, Depressed? an warm cup of tea and simple toasted sandwiches with extra cheese, PTSD attack? simple soft hug and an good old egg chicken rice with spring onion! Ray was just...the best dad ever.

Norman decided to do one of his favourite activities during the lunch break, which was spectating, he doesn't know why but there's something exciting and fascinating watching people talk and just think of how their life works...

*"lets see....ah Emily is talking with her friends as usual, I hear she's talking about food and the trip she was with her parents, what's that? her boyfriend cheated on her? Oh no! how sad, too bad I don't care, let's see someone else hmm, some boys talking about the tournament, some about music bands and fashion..."*

but Norman had noticed by the side on one of the lunch table 4 boy's. Pete with the red hat who was latino-american? Norman doesn't know exactly, Josh the fat ass with glasses and greyish jacket, Jerry the quite "normal" one with an green Jumper and finally....Bill, the nerd with glasses and mustard orange flannel shirt, they're named apparently Comic Book, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Role•Playing club...geez, that's a long ass name for a club, and they don't even have a short nickname! at least Norman dad back then around the same age as them was part of a club, an Czech Metal Punk Music club, and they had an good nickname CZ•PMP, Norman decided to make himself an nickname for them since he doesn't call them by that long ass name,

the CNC aka Cliché Nerd Club, a name he had created for them some time ago

Norman could notice as the four's were talking about the same stuff as alaways, some Comics and Movie reference, to actors and sometimes there was mentioned of porn, but it wasn't as intense as his Club Members, He couldn't help himself but secretly admire them from afar, how do they manage to just talk about it and not care what other things? Norman couldn't do that, he had held this sport player image since he was kid, he held once a joy by playing sports with his friends as some form of escape from reality, but sadly.... with the puppetry that happened, his club members got worse and Norman stayed the same, until his passion for sport just...vanished, now it feels like a chore then-

"Hey Norman, wanna go and mock those four again?"

*"huh what? Oh yeah, the stupid club n*gga member is talking to me again, He always has some kind of sadistic joys bullying the CNC, don't get me wrong, at first it was fun, but then he made it as some kind of repetitive routine which annoys me because like, how can be your life so boring you have to bully nerds? I'm not any better since I'm literally listening to them talking far away, but hey! this isn't about me after all*"

"Seriously Dave? don't you have like- something better to do then bullying those nerds again?"

answered Norman back in a very specific kind of a tone that screams tired and slightly bothered

"What? I mean cmon, look at those tweets, they're literally asking to be bullied"

*"same with those girls who you fucked yesterday for wearing revealing skirt just because she asked for it huh?"*

is what would Norman say if he didn't had filter and didn't thought it through what to say, but since he had reputation to hold and actually good self control of what he says, he simply shrugged his shoulders like it was just an average day and said

"Eh, I guess you have a point, but you do the whole act I will be just behind"

said Norman, great here we go again.... bullying the CNC for the thousands of time coming right up!

Dave decided to drag his other friend Mark along with him as he was white and an athletic cocky boy, he kinda hated those boys, Norman felt like a sore thumb between them, ginger with blue eyes and wearing contact lenses, greaaat, just great, today's date could NOT get any better!

as the three sport boys arrived by lunch table of the 4 nerds, they were arguing, well expect Norman since he said he will be by by the side, which is what he did and sometimes he said bit loudly at his teammates "yeah get him" or "you're right Dave/Mark" which Norman hated, he didn't wanted to be here, he wanted to go home, read some yaoi manga or Agnes and then jerk to magazines of naked men, not here standing by the side of Dave as he was insulting and arguing with the leader of the CNC, Bill Dickey, which Norman absolutely loved, not in a romantic way but funny way, this guy was entertaining, funny and had good insults sometimes (they weren't, but Norman finds them funny anyway), Heck he wasn't even shy saying full on N*gga onto Dave, this was some business, and Norman LOVED it! Bill then said something about Dave and his family in an insulting way, calling him Fatherless wanna be Jerk that secretly sucks his teammate cocks after game and something about him being slave, which Norman could not help, but let out slight snort, shit.

"the fuck you're laughing about Norman?"

said Mark disappointed and serious, shit, Norman was ruined, but luckily he had a plan as always, he can easily just lie his ass through Mark judging stare and pretend to be just like them

"Oh you know Bill will be fucking dead after he said it"

*"nailed it, now Mark will think I'm smiling because Bill will be so dead after what he said to Dave, I should get an Oscar for being an perfect manipulative liar"*

Mark rolled his eyes and nodded, falling for Norman lie as always, but Dave didn't took Bill words lightly as he decided to add some physical actions, obviously winning since he was taller and stronger but they went far as they weren't just pulling hair and punching, no, Dave started to ACTUALLY choke him to death and Bill was trying to kick Dave off, but failing, shit it's getting serious and Mark is not concerned and the other nerds were trying to pull Dave back of, but Mark was pushing them aside! can't Mark see that Dave is choking that little nerd and will probably kill him?! shit, he had to do something, he didn't wanted his favourite nerd to end up in a nursery and worse dead, digged under ground, who then will entertain Norman without his favourite nerd with a funny lastname and insulting people?

Norman decided to take actions into his own hands and help the little nerd and as well Dave from not ending up in some prison for teens, but he does it more for the nerd, he doesn't care if Dave will be in prison or not. He walked to the lunch table and picked up those plastic and iron chairs that you could flip in one and carry it easily and store them, Norman couldn't believe what he was about to do, since this was like straight up from dream's and intrusive thoughts, suddenly the chair was lifted in the sky and...

*BOOM*

Norman hit Dave onto the back and bit head with the chair as Dave shouted

"Aghhh! Fuck! you stupid ginger cunt!"

Dave shouted and immediately let go of Bill and was touching his back, letting out hisses as Mark helped Dave up on his legs up again

*"Holy shit! I can't believe it, I just hit Dave with an chair onto his back! now that's what I call an perfect move, an solid 8.5 from me! wait- I HIT DAVE?! FUCK! I'M SOOO DEAD!"*

Mark looked at Norman confused and threatening as he then scoffed and walked away with Dave back to the lunch table with the others, while Norman was still in the shock and slight fear of hitting Dave with an chair, an folding one to that.

"What the fuck just happened?"

said Josh confused and looked over at Norman who just processed to save Bill from getting choked to death. Norman looked over at the three nerds and blinked, shit he felt suddenly nervous and confused, he never felt like that much when he did something, but this was.... different somehow, suddenly Bill coughed on the floor and tried to stand up on his legs, but his arms were bit shaky to do so as Norman suddenly helped him up

*"Wait Wait... what am I doing? why am I suddenly helping the nerd up on his legs? the fuck is wrong with me? I usually don't care for people laying on the floor almost dying but him? even with few bruises and small mark left by the choking on his neck suddenly makes me wanna help him? what....why?*"

thought Norman to himself as he found this genuinely stupid and confusing, even Pete, Jerry and Josh looked confused at Norman for helping Bill up on his legs

"the fuck you're doing you jock faggot? get off me you arrogant normie"

groaned Bill out and looked at Norman confused as he was obviously beaten up, face covered in bruises and an slight forming black eye as Dave did gave him punches, his hair an mess from pulling as well as his clothes was mess and by the neck tore a bit from Dave pulling it, shit.

"Holy shit Bill...that jerk really got you man"

said Pete and Looked between Bill and Norman, no one said anything much since they all were shocked from what just happened, Norman sighed and looked over at his table at his club members and realised he was FUCKED, now they weren't staring at him like an old pal, they were staring at him like vultures, ready to jump on him and beat him to death, which made Norman just a bit scared and have an horrified expression on him

"Uhhh hey Norman right? thanks for what you did but....why did you do it? thats like....not something normies like you do"

said the meek Jerry as Norman was frozen and didn't answered, still holding Bill shoulders as Bill just gave up trying to move off Norman, No, No No...his reputation, his career his...fame! it's in ruins! now he will be seen as the disappointment of the only thing he was good at, on this school! how did he messed up so badly?! but...why did he felt bit relieved by that?!

"Hey traitor!"

shouted one of the blonde girl's who wore blue jeans and red crop top as she was walking closer to Norman, she then thrown Normans Adidas backpack at the floor, the backpack did an *squish* sound as it fell down on the floor, it was covered in some kind of white yogurt...this was the start of a war, and Norman knew there was no way out of it no matter what he did.

"Maybe next time consider what the fuck you're doing loser! and don't you dare return back between us, you traitor and now..."

the girl reached her hand for Norman to hand over his hoodie

"the hoodie, give it back now"

which Norman slightly frozen at the gesture, damn that was...shit, he was speechless and didn't knew how to react, but then he slowly took off his hoodie and handed it to the girl as she snatched it off his hand

"You're not welcomed with us Norman, go and sit with the nerd loser's now!"

with that, she chuckled and walked away with Norman's red hoodie since it was an merch of the club.... Norman was silent, devastated, terrified and scared, he should feel hate, he should feel fury towards the nerds for helping them but...he didn't, he didn't felt nothing towards them, only to himself, he felt...glad he helped them?

"Whoaw, you really saved yourself there you normie for what? for some pity and praise from us? how pathetic"

murmured Bill at Norman as he didn't answered immediately, instead he turned at Bill and looked... shocked and glad, why? even Norman doesn't know, but one thing is for sure, he doesn't have to hang out with his ex-club members anymore, but now he has to protect himself from potential bullying from his ex-club members

and so, Norman swallowed and said:

"I don't know, I....I genuinely don't know exactly why I just did that"

explained Norman shocked and looked over at Bill who was somehow still standing and breathing bit harshly from the fight

"but.... maybe go to nursery man"

he said bit worried as well as glad sort of tone and looked down at his bag that had yogurt on it, great, that's well, great. Norman then took his bag by the sleeve and raised it up in his arm like an lady carrying her purse carefully not to get dirty by the yogurt and then proceeded to just walk away like it was an average Thursday.

another two classes were over as Norman walked home with the bag dragging it down, Luckily he managed to get rid of the yogurt during an break but it was still bit dirty and smelled badly, so he would have to clean it in a washer or by hand, but Norman was too overwhelmed and didn't had time to clean it by hand and so, as he arrived home he pulled out all the stuff and put the bag in the washer and turned it on, his dad told him how to do dishes and different kind of house chores, so he had an idea how to manage washer easily

*"Ugh, I can't believe I just hit Dave in the back with the chair, what did I thought would have happened huh? that they won't get mad at me and will accept me back with open arms like nothing happened? bullshit, you're not in a fairytale Norman, this is reality and now everyone will be an dickhead towards you*"

are thoughts that ran in Norman head as he cleaned his school notebooks and pencil case in His wardrobe where he stores school stuff

Norman room was bit of a mess and like an dumpster, clothes on the floor, old TV by the bed on a pile of boxes, old wooden drawers, bed, bookcase as well as table as he had an alright computer as well as blue poor punching bag by the corner.

His room wasn't something out of disney shows, more like the room of your average teenage boy who's into sports and classic literature

Norman sat down on the bed and let out sigh, he felt absolutely overwhelmed and devastated, but then someone knocked on his door, and he knew it was only one person:

"Linda, what do you want?"

Linda was Norman older sister by 5 years as she was 23 unemployed woman who still lived with her dad and uncle Because she couldn't find an useful house or apartment that she wanted to live in.

The door opened as the tall woman leaned against the doorframe with a smirk, her dirty blonde hair short in a some sort of short wolfcut and her green eyes glazing in mischief.

She wore an marvel thrift shirt and some black shorts, her legs and arms unshaven since she doesn't care for hygiene and thinks that woman who shave are scared to embrace their feminity

"Well hello there little leach, I noticed you put something in the washing machine, did you got in another fight and ended with dirty boxers?"

she laughed at the joke and Norman sighed

"No I didn't, I just got kicked out of the sport club, so they got my school bag dirty"

Linda was shocked and blinked

"what?! you got kicked out? my little brother who cared about his fame of being the perfect sport guy? that's not the Norman I know"

she said confused, she was right, Norman had an dream of becoming famous sport player, but now...he didn't want it anymore

"why did they kicked you out anyway?"

she asked and walked inside the teenage room and closed the door shut with her leg

"Ugh, none of your business sissy"

answered Norman bit irritated as Linda chuckled

"oh cmon Lil bro, no need to be pissy, just tell me ty kokote/(you dickhead), why your british ginger cunt got kicked out?"

she said and walked over to him with her hands in her shorts and sat down next to him, well, maybe Norman should say the reason why after all, Linda was the only woman he trusted to tell her everything since she's his siste.

"Well....Dave was choking one of the nerds, Bill Dickey, May have heard of him and so....I punched Dave's back with an chair"

said Norman tired as Linda Chuckled at the true reason for him getting kicked out

"Hah! no way, really? for an nerd? I meaaaan, kinda makes sense since you're nerd yourself, but really? Dickey? isn't that the boy you told me was stubborn and ignorant?"

Norman sighed at Linda words and stood up from the bed

"Yes Yes it is him, I know I shouldn't had done it now but- I don't know why I did it back then, I mean, I should have enjoyed him getting choked and I'm sure Dave would have stopped some time and wouldn't had actually choked Bill to death."

said Norman and let out sigh, his hand through his hair

"it's just....I don't know Linda, I don't know what's happening to me, every time I look at him I just, have this weird feeling, like I'm hungry and have an fever and that I would like to know his mindset even more."

he explained confused and looked at Linda as he noticed she was smirking, an smirk that spoke she knew exactly what Norman was going through, which kinda irritated him

"what? tell me Linda, what the fuck is wrong with me since you're making that stupid smirk"

said Norman and crossed his arms around his chest, as his older sister chuckled and stood up

"Norman Goldstein, you my little brother, you are what's called being in LoOooove"

she said and chuckled, walking around the rooom with her arms behind her

*"No that can't be, that can't be possible, am I... really in love with him? that- that's an bullshit! wake up Norman Goldstein! this isn't you, in love with Bill Dickey?, that's absurd and impossible! just because he is entertaining to listen to, has some genuinely good interests, is an huge ignorant asshole, bad but funny curses and is somewhat good looking fella doesn't mean I'm.... oh god*"

Norman suddenly realised it, he is in love with him, maybe not fully but there is slight interest...he realised he always looked at him longer than on the other nerds, always feeling slight interest and wishing to know his psychology and personality more and now, he even imagined kis-

*"No, No and NO! I- I can't be, that's impossible, absolutely impossible, He's an Homophobic asshole, there's no WAY I have some kind of chance with him, we have nothing much in common! well, I did wanted to start reading comics since it's an form of litera- oh shut up you stupid horny ass brain!"*

"Uhhhhh, my ginger rat is having an boy crush~"

teased Linda as Norman was having arguments in his head, he groaned at Linda teasing words and hiw she could read him so

"Oh shut up you stupid blonde cunt! I'm not in love with him, he's- not my type, and he wouldn't liked me even a bit"

said Norman and sighed as Linda just chuckled

"cmon Norman, I'm sure that little Dickey heart got some weakness for a ginger dickhead like you, I mean look at you! who wouldn't love you right? especially another nerd and besides, he is your type, you literally told me you have things for nerds like yourself"

*"fuck she's right, ugh why did that one time when we went camping with dad and uncle, I told her my type!? fuck, she's not entirely wrong tho, Bill Dickey is indeed Norman type in a man, brown hair, nerd, vulgar, funny..."*

"you know what sis? sure I might love him, I might have a crush on him, but what's your idea of asking him out huh? tell me then"

he said teasingly as he expected her to have no idea, which to his suprise, she smirked and began to explain:

"well firstly you boys are so easy to please, just buy an lightsaber or lego and boom! you will be happy for full years, next definitely buy him something he enjoy, something that he loves, you said some Star wars or marvel long time ago right? buy him that, especially action figures, you boys absolutely love that kind of shit, and then just process to speak some handsome words that your British mouth will say and watch that nerd boy jump into your arms and right into your bed"

finished Linda explaining as Norman blinked and swallowed, he didn't expected her to actually give some valid explanation, especially from lesbian huh, maybe they do know how to approach people after all

"okay....I guess that's how it works, but how do I start conversation with him?"

asked Norman as Linda thought of it

"Well that's bit complicated, it depends if he's neurotipical nerd or neurodivergent nerd, even tho they sound similar, there's a big difference between them, tell me Norman, do you think he's moooore normal weird or weird weird?"

*"is she seriously asking me if Bill is neurotipical or neurodivergent? I don't know him that yet to base him off, sure he does has some kind of Antisocial symptoms, but those could be just anger issues and low empathy, but who knows? I can't judge him too well, but if I had to guess then..."*

"I believe in-between, leaning more to neurotipical"

answered Norman confused as he had no idea how that would help in a bit, Linda made an shaken disgusted face, meaning it was really bad

"Uhhhh, that's not good, that's even more harder for you, but I think the best way to start conversation with him is by some accident, accidentally trip over him, be on a comic con like him, somehow a project that will make you two work together, I don't know"

explained Linda and shrugged her shoulders as she had no idea how to help Norman to become closer with Bill and potentially asking him out. Great that's amazing for Norman. He let out groan and pinched his nose bridge

"great, do you seriously think I will somehow do those things by sheer luck or something? because ain't no way one of those will happen to me"

murmured Norman annoyed as Linda just chuckled and brushed her hand through Norman hair

"give it time Norman, hey maybe the world will be kind enough and give you some opportunity to talk to him more, who knows"

which that out of the way, Linda walked out of Norman room and didn't closed after her, which Norman found very annoying of her to do and so, he got the door and closed the door, letting out an tired sigh as he was thinking about it

should he really start talking with Bill Dickey more? does he have a crush on him and could potentially ask him out? who knows, only the world shall tell if Norman will be lucky, or his life will be miserable.

Some screenshots remake I did with my OC Norman + my main OCs as well as an WIP which I don't know when I will finish

I know this account is pretty much dead, but here is my OC Norman in the Eltingville Universe because he's my favourite unhinged gay man

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

¨you know where to find me¨

¨and i know where to look¨ 𖹭

This is pretty fire🙏🙏

You can still smell the Loneliness in the air

now what if they WEREN'T horrible people, hm? what then?

Daily Writing Prompt

Hi Hershey!!! Firstly, I just wanted to say that your ao3 ETC fic is amazing!!! It’s in my tabs and I refresh it every few hours or so lolol

I was wondering if you could write abt how the boys from etc would deal with a hopeless romantic! reader? Like, the reader watches a ton of rom-coms, reads romance books, and laments abt how they can’t find a bf (when the boys are literally right in front of them)

Take all the time you need to write this!! <3 I hope you have a good day!! :D

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️ Awww I love this request! Thank you so much for requesting!!!💋

Where do I even begin?

The boys would be frustrated to say the least because you’re over here watching countless of rom-coms, reading romantic books, and are constantly talking about how you don’t have a boyfriend. You also spout on about how every person your age has a boyfriend while you don’t!

The issue is how you act blind. Cause there are CLEARLY four boys who’d love to fill that void in your heart and you’re taking a blind eye to it. let’s be for real, when was the last time any of these gross teens got close to a relationship without it falling and burning? If anything, they’d love to become your boyfriend!

If you open your fucking eyes, that is.

Bill is the one who’s going to be frustrated and pissed off because he has a superior complex and an ego that is up where heaven is. He’s going to be so butt hurt over it that it genuinely makes him want to pull his hair out. He’s tried everything in the book that is out of character for him; he opened doors for you, held out chairs for you, gave somewhat little care to your feelings, and just trying to be a LITTLE bit better. However, none of those efforts are working well much to his disdain.

Josh, he gets upset when his attempts at “wooing” you don’t go as planned. He rambles on about his interests and you looked and acted very interested in them. He would show off his many collections or any doubles he has to you in hopes that it’ll get you closer to him and soon be wrapped around his finger! He wasn’t pissed off like how Bill is—but he still was hurt! You two share some of the same interests so he thought that you’d be happy to know that if you two ever became a thing, you’d have a boyfriend who enjoys the same things as you! That’s always good right?

Pete is a little cornball so he’d know some of the ropes on how to win a person over or two! He would compliment you daily, makes some jokes to make you laugh, try to take you places, and he even stole some of his parents money to buy you something you like. Pete loves seeing you smile all big when he does these things and it gives him a big ego boost! But it still makes him confused and pretty frustrated when he still doesn’t have you where he needs you! Your still going on about you not having a boyfriend after he literally took you out to eat at Mcdonald’s!

Jerry is the sanest out of all of them. He doesnt want to overwhelm you with gifts, be overly sweet, or talk to much about himself in fear that he might drive you away. Jerry is hesitant but he still interacts with you, making sure not to go overboard. He thinks you’re pretty/handsome, smart, and you seem to be the person he actual sees himself having a chance with considering the circumstances. He can get kinda angsty here and there because he’s worried that maybe he’s not the one that you want and that’s why you haven’t made any moves yet…

And god help us all if they find out that they ALL have a thing for you! They will go fertile and lash out at each other, trying to one up the other, constantly arguing about who’s going to hang out with you, etc. You on the other hand are so oblivious to the chaotic mess as you let out a long dramatic sigh, saying how you’ll never find yourself with a boyfriend who loves you…💔

Bill thought about getting you glasses so that you can see that the love of your life is him and not the others

Omgg you write based on ur fic right? If so could u do the club boys x a reader in their club that does school cheer and allstar? Like going to her comps or games, seeing her uniform, and watching her become like a totally different person from her normally shy self?😭 I think it would be cute!! Love love loveee ur fic keep up the good work😽

THIS IS SO FIRE🔥🔥🔥🔥 YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE GENIUS FOR THIS REQUEST!!!!

OH. MY. GOD????

Okay, you CANNOT be the same girl who joined their club cause what???

Now, they were wondering why you haven’t been coming to the club meets on Fridays hardly and on this particular day, they were gonna give you some shit for it. Bill specifically because he’s the “leader” so of course he’s gonna ask why you haven’t been showing up.

So, the four of them waited on your front porch for a good hour…they were VERY impatient but they wanted to catch you at the right moment to pester you about where you have been going, completely unaware that nearly every Friday their school had a football, basketball, or even a soccer game to host. This is what they get for not sticking around and not caring about what events are happening but it still doesn’t excuse you being missing!

After an hour of them sitting there on your porch, they saw car lights pulling up in your driveway and they perked up. They were going to confront you ONCE and for ALL—let’s hope you don’t possibly be kicked from the club due to your shutout attendance.

… “WHAT THE FUCK?” -Bill, who’s standing there with his mouth agape as he stared at you. The other three had the exact same expression as they watched you—who was also looking like a deer in headlights as you held your cheer bag tightly.

It was just some silent staring that the five of you were doing until your mom broke it with asking you if you told the boys that you got into Cheerleading now. You hadn’t told them.

Were they mad? Nah. Were they still upset about you not telling them? Yes. But did you look hot in that cheer uniform? Hell yeah. Sooooo what could they say?

They were confused. They didn’t understand why or how you found yourself involving in such a competitive and social sport like Cheerleading. It went out of your character gradually so it was a surprise for them.

They were cool with it—cause I mean you’re still their crush- I mean friend, right? The only thing that’s an issue is how are you supposed to tend club meetings now? Even worse, will you be able to hang out with them as much as you did before getting into Cheerleading? It was a wreck because they NEEDED to see you. They HAD to see you. It was like a drug for them that they never did wish to have a hangover from. Crazy comparison, but it’s the genuine truth, the whole truth!

“Why not just go see her games or competitions?” -Jerry.

Oh. Oh Jerry. You dumb FUCK. Why would they drop everything to go see the girl of their dreams, do some backflips and cartwheels alongside her clown ass teammates, look at sweaty jocks, and their school lose this seasons game? Are we deadass?

Yes. Yes we are deadass. Cause guess what? The next game, they sat on those bleachers and cheered you on like no other. Even if y’all’s school did lose, they cheered like batshit crazy. They received so many weird ass stares from people beside them while they stuffed theirselves full with snacks from the concessions. It was a whole THING with them.

Would yall believe me if I told you Jerry let out the girliest scream when he saw you do a backflip while one of your cheer buddies were holding you up. Luckily, you landed on the other girl’s hand, ultimately ending up okay in the end but that was scary!

Don’t invite them to your cheer comps. Dont do it.

Cause one time, your team didn’t win the competition—it was the hardest one yet and you all worked very hard on it. The judges were pretty biased and what not—it was very obvious that they were and it got under your skin. So that sensitivity inside of you boiled over as you cried because that’s so frustrating. Your teammates were trying to comfort you and all of this other stuff but it will NEVER beat how bad the boys acted.

They cussed the judges out and everything cause are we FOR REAL? How did you not AT LEAST get third place? The shit is rigged! It ended up in them getting escorted out while you followed after them. Did they get the spot you deserved? No. But was it sweetly chaotic about what they did? Yes.

They saw that you have came out of your bubble SO MUCH and it genuinely makes them proud because they never saw that side of you. It really showed that you changed—and not in a bad way either. The five of you still hang out a lot, they see you every Friday for games, they cheer you on. The list grows!

It makes them even more happy when you tell them that they were one of the main reasons why you started to open up.

They love you so fucking much, girl💔💔💔

☆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.

"Just a one time thing... Right?"

Yan!Eltingville Club x Fem!User

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Dub-con (reader isn't aware of the sexual attraction to them), masturbation, lewd art, mentions of fatphobia, groping, stealing, sexism, questionable group hierarchy, misogyny, Pete Dinunzio.

AN: I promised Eltingville and I will deliver, even if i usually only do OC stuff. I'm so hot for these dork bitches, especially Pete Dinunzio. He owns. My. Ass. (PS, Eltingville girls please let me into your club, leave some comments because I'm working on characterization and the fics in this community are so good!)🙏

It's yet another argument, the sounds of heated yells and complaints ringing through the wood panneled walls and up the sbasement stairs of the Dickey household, as another meeting of the Eltingville club kicks off. "Don't even think about it." Bill Dickey, infamous narcissistic leader of the Eltingville club for comics, games, and all things nerdy, has started the meeting already pissed off. "Fuck no, we aren't letting some c-chick into our club! A femoid! Are you serious? Just drop it, Pete." He spits, face red and glasses slipping. He adjusts them as the others glance at Pete.

Across Bill's mom's basement, horror expert Pete Dinunzio, clad in his backwards cap and questionably stained 'House of Wax' shirt, rest on a beanbag. Huffing, the black haired man rolls over, glaring. "Come ooooooon, it's not like she's gonna fuck anything up. Just- I don't know, she's showing interest. Check it," he stands up, shoes hitting the dhag carpeting and clapping his hands together like he's gonna give the best social studies presentation of his freakin' life.

"She's showing interest, you see any other girls lining up to join, shit, to even talk to us. Especially not girls with a big fucking rack-" He cackles, raising his hand for a high-five with a quiet Jerry stokes, who is simultaneously red and sheet white, sweating out of nerves.

"Gross man, get a mop!" Pete snickers, pulling his hand away quickly.

"Jerry-" The blonde immediately squeaks at the mention of his name, shifting on the creaky old tweed couch. He had been absorbed in his journal, trying to stay out of the fight. He knew who you were, shit, who in town didn't? You moved down the road a few weeks ago, and seemed genuinely nice. You immediately made friends at the school, kind and outgoing, but not discriminating. You didn't stick to one clique or group, and it didn't help you were smokin' hot. You have math together, and he's falling behind. He can't seem to think around you, his math notes full of doodles of you, slowly turning far to lewd to turn in.

It's then he clears his throat to answer Bill's call out, only noticing that his journal he's been distracting himself is also full of doodles of you. He'd been so zoned out he'd drawn you with elf ears, laid out wearing a fantastical silk robe, but no loincloth-

"Jerry!" Another screech from Bill. "Pay attention, you numbskull! You finally chew your tongue off being a pussy, answer me."

"Sorry, sorry, w-what was the question?" His voice cracks, making Pete and Josh chuckle at the scrawny boy. Bill rolls his eyes, adjusting his glasses as he slams his hand down on the table

"Obviously, you agree we don't need some skank in the club, we don't even know what she's after."

"She's not that bad, actually-" he mumbles, making Bill growls and Pete nod in agreement, snapping and pointing to Jerry. "Exactly, and again, that fuckin' rack-"

"NO GIRLS!" Slamming his fists onto the table, the cheap wood rattles, as does the nearby shelves, causing a picture frame and a few figures to clatter to the ground.

"Geordi!" Josh cries as he goes to nurse the action figure back to 'mint condition' who had lost its visors when it took the plunge onto the rough carpet below. "Bill, this was new-in-box with I got it, what the fuck!"

"Exactly! The femoid isn't here and she's already causing issues. Case closed." The acne-ridden president grins and intertwines his fingers on the table in satisfaction. "I'm glad to hear you agree, and are putting the good name of the Eltingville club over the wants of your shrimp dick, unlike some people-" He glares at Pete, who just flips him off and goes back to reading a 'Gore Four' comic.

"Onto actually important business-"

It isn't until a few days later that you run into Bill, he's looking through the window of the blockbuster in concentration way to deep for any normal person.

"Hey, Bill, right?" You chirp, causing him to jolt, his billfold falling from his yellow overcoat. "Sorry, didn't mean to spook you!" You reach for the leather, only to feel a harsh sting on your hand as he swats you away picks it up, grumbling to himself as he pockets it.

"Right. I guess we do." He looks you over. "Did you need something, or are you just here to bother me?" He sneers.

"Oh, uh, no, just going to rent a movie, wanted to see what you were looking at?"

"Ugh. Nothing you'd be interested in." He turns back, looking at two posters for films avaliable to rent. "If it'll make you fuck off, I'm deciding whether to spend my allowance money on 'Return of the King' or 'Alien'." He explains, waving his wallet in front of you before pocketing it. "Only the best for the club, Pete's been on my ass about Alien, but Jerry cries like a little bitch boy when we watch horror sci-fi."

"Sounds like a tough choice. Uh, I like return of the king though!" She says.

He looks you over, pausing before shaking his head. "Yeah, heh, right. Sure, you've seen any 'Lord of the Rings' film. Listen, you don't have to pretend you know what I'm talking about to continue whatever this is, I'm not buying it." Before you can respond, the sound of a ringtone catches your ear, and Bill reluctantly answers it.

"Hurry up, man, how long does it take to pick out a tape? Josh's lard ass is gonna starve before you get back here and we can eat-" Pete's Italian accent crackles through the speakers, followed by the sound of an open palm smacking the back of his head. "Fuck off, man, I'm messin' around-"

"Knock it off, don't get kicked outta my basement before I get there. I'm on my way." He clicks it shut. He spares you a glance as he walks into the store, anger and tension only fuels when he gets a glimpse of your cleavage. He just clears his throat and turns away.

He settles on 'Alien', because screw Jerry, he wants to end the night off with Sigourney Weaver's jugs still fresh in mind for jerk material. Smacking the tape down, he glares at the usual attendant, who just sighs and gives him a dead eyed stare. "5.72, be kind and rewind-"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't give the spiel, you corporate cronie." Bill hisses, before opening up his wallet and paling. There's nothing but a Star Trek fan club card inside, his money missing. He remembers the fight he'd gotten into with his mom a few nights ago over her throwing out his 'busty babes of Babylon' mag, and gulps. She'd taken back his allowance. "Uh- hold on, hang on-" he's frantic now. "Its gotta be in here somewhere-" the sound of coins and crinkling paper hitting the counter makes him look over.

"I got it!" You say with a smile, about six dollars in bills and loose change. "I mean, you seemed like you put a whole lot of thought into that-"

He's too stunlocked to even speak, both emasculated and embarrassed at his financial situation. The attendant looks you over, then back at Bill. "Are... are you sure?" He asks, snapping Bill out of it.

"Of course she's sure, check out the fucking tape." Bill practically shoves the money towards you. "Corporate cock-sucker can't even do his job." He shakes his head. "What are you getting at, huh? Trying to make me look like some broke scrub or something?!"

"N-no!" You exclaim. "I just wanted to help you out-"

"Yeah right." He snorts and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "Listen up, I don't know what you're trying to do but it ends here. I don't do 'debt', so name your price. Settle it."

"Well..." You scuffing your shoe again the blue and yellow blockbuster tile, shrugging. "Maybe since I bought it, I could watch with you guys? Joining a club could be fun, and I've read a few comics and stuff. Plus, I like movies."

Bill goes pale, palms sweaty and eyes wide. "Shit..." he huffs. "No girls, no females in the club, that's our most consistent rule. I don't need you, i don't know, sissying up the place. Something else."

"Cmon, please, no, I won't be weird, just this once!"

"F-fine. But you're not a member!" He says, jabbing a finger against your chest before recoiling it like he was burned. That was about the closest he's ever gotten to a tit, his digital still tingling. It's humiliating. "Just be there, you know where I live." He rushes off, tape held suspiciously low by his crotch.

It's hell. Pure, frozen hell when you arrive. Josh is fidgeting with the deck of Magic he was sorting when you came in, not even making eye contact while he has a panicked, hushed conversation with Bill about how this even happened. He's both extremely suspicious and extremely giddy, whereas Pete is just giddy.

You were so enthralled in looking around the nerd cave, everything from 'Star-Trek Next Gen' posters to scantily clad 'Cat-Woman' figures line the walls and shelves. Good thing you were so focused on it all, it gave Jerry time to scurry over to the bean bag, unzipping it and shoving his journal into the Styrofoam beans in a state of pure panic.

"Hey, hot-stuff! Didn't expect to see you, lookin' fine tonight." Pete calls, hand to his mouth as if amplifying it. You've run into Pete a few times when you were dodging PE behind the bleachers, and he never fails to try and make a move. "Hey, couch is gonna be pretty full with Josh's fat ass, why don't you sit on my lap for the movie, huh? I'll protect you from the Alien, don't even worry bout' it." He winks.

"I'll find room, Pete, but thanks for the offer." You laugh. Plopping down, you set your bag aside and lean over the arm a bit. "Hey, Jerry." You say, before looking away after he refuses to respond, or even make eye contact. "Okay..."

"Why is she here? This has gotta be a prank?" Josh whispers, sweating as he rubs at his forehead. "Whyd you let her come, I-I thought the rule was no girls!"

"It was, i-it is! She's a normie femoid, but my bitch mom took my allowance, she covered so we could watch the movie tonight. Grin and bare it, yeah? I'm sure you can resist from popping a stiffy for at least two hours. And it's not you I'm worried about, it's these idiots." Bill nods over to the clubs resident fantasy nerd, whose taken to lying face, and crotch, down in the bean bag while Pete quizzes you on horror flicks.

It's uneventful, if not for the tension looming in the air between you and the guys. Throughout the evening, Bill tries his best to ignore you, or to shush Josh when he leans over to provide you an awkward fun fact about the films production. Jerry stays quiet, but appreciates how you seem to make him feel better about being scared by the film than dogging on him. "Huh? O-oh, yeah, no, I'm not great with movies like these, but uh-" He'd stammer. "I'm not like a pussy or anything, I've just had an offer day, I'm high stress."

Pete is relishing in it, constantly commenting on the 'alien-fighting hotties' in the film, before making sure you know he doesn't like them as much as you. "Nothing against these babes, you know, but they don't have an ass like yours-"

At the end of the night; when everyone has cleared out, you stop in the door frame, turning to smile. "Thanks a lot for letting me stay and watch, Bill." You say softly. "This was fun."

He's silent, hand gripping the door frame hard enough it might splinter. He'd done you the decency of walking you to the door, to your suprise. "Yeah. We'll, don't expect too much. You're still a normie. Get off my porch, I don't want people thinking we hang out." You just sighs and wave goodnight with a slight grin.

He's angry, he hasn't felt things like this in a long, long time. He shouldn't like you, you're nothing special, you're hot, but just some brainless poser girl from school, probably friends with jocks and cheer-whores. Still, why did his heart leap when you brushed his hand getting popcorn? Why did he want you sitting next to him and not that 'loudmouth perv whose ruining the tension of the scene'.

He finds himself laying on his bed, the squeaky, worn out mattress creaking. He'd lock up the basement and then his door, he's rock hard and is sure it's Ellen Ripley's sheer tank that was doing it for him. He pops the tape in again and puts it on mute to a shot of her running, popping the button on his jeans and sighing as he settles into bed. However, running his hand from base to tip once, then twice, he finds she's not doing it for him. 'Fine,' he thinks. 'Maybe I'm in the mood for blondes'. He grabs the nearest Tasha Yar picture he has, but that's not working either.

Working his fingers around his tip, letting the precum act as a proper lubricant, the image of you in her uniform almost makes him choke. He jolts so hard he almost rips his own dick off. 'Shit-' he thinks, first from shock, then from the implications of the though. "Shit, shit, shit!" He yells allowed, chucking the picture to the wall, erection twitching again at the thought the garnered such shame. It's not like this is anything more than a chubby from a semi-attractive girl! ...Right?

A similar scene is playing out in Josh's room, the meticuloius organizers room looks as though a hurricane has hit, digging through magazines, comics and VHS covers. He's sure he's gotta have an art piece that looks like you, maybe a 'Hottest women of sci-fi' tape, or some scantily clad magic card, shit, he'd settle for a grainy background character on one of his 'Star Trek: Original Series' tapes. Something, anything. "Cmon, cmon-" he's frantic. He's not as ashamed as Bill. Sure, he's ashamed to be jerking it to a girl he was feet away from less than an hour ago, but he isn't ashamed that the girl was you! He can admit you were hot, and pretty nice, even if he didn't fully trust you. I mean, it's not like you're joining the club! ...Right?

Jerry doesn't need to search for material. He's got enough paper with sketches of you to count as an act of deforestation. Its his reluctance to use them that's the issue. He goes home, a beacon of self control. He's only half-hard, and doing rhythmic, calming breaths. 'Gotta put your stuff away, then straight to bed Jerry, cmon.' He thinks to himself. 'No big deal, you got this.' He does get it all out away, his wallet, his new Magic cards he brought to show Josh, and his lucky dice, all accounted for. It's when he sees his journal, which he remembered to retrieve from the beanbag, sitting there. Calling to him like the one ring. Just a peek... He slams it shut and puts in onto his dresser, laying flat on his back and dullg clothed, to afraid to even undress for fear of brushing his cock by accident and blowing the whole facade of control he has. 'Just ignore it's siren song-' the image of you, perched on a rock with a tail and breasts out, calling to him. 'Shit, no sirens, not a siren-' He whimpers. He can't help it, you wouldn't ever find out, and it's just a one time thing! It's probably just a nervous boner anyways. Looking at half-nude art he made of you is just a one time thing. "Ah~ whoo, okay, gonna be quick, mmph, whatnwould you think of this?" He whines, rubbing against the mattress for a bit of hands-off reliefm somehow that made it less bad, right? He's not technically touching himself. Practicing gently kissing his pillow while he strokes it is just him, getting some sensory stimulation! It's normal. And it's not like he's gonna see you much after this! ...Right?

Pete isn't lacking for any material, and isn't held back by shame either. He made sure you were parked on the couch right by him allll night, and every time you got up to use the bathroom, his sticky, popcorn covered hand founds it's way into your purse. That's how he ended up with his yellowed pillow covered in some shitty PINK perfume and some sticky lip gloss smeared on his cheek like you'd kissed him there. He's absolutely wrecking the pillow, in his mind there is no seperation from the fleshlight he constructed out of fabric and stuffing and your smoking body. "You like that, baby?" He mutters lowly, bucking his hips into the pillow like a dog. "Shrimp dick my ass, you can feel that in there, huh? Yeah, I'll make sure hit all the right spots, shit. Get your fuckin' legs round my waist-" he groans.

Coincidentally, after the four have finished their separate sessions, they each receive a short, to the point call from Bill on their landlines, something about the 'financial benefit' of having more member in the club, even if he'd never, ever let a girl in under normal circumstances. But, there's a lot of good stuff coming out lately, and they need as much savings as they can get. He assures them all, "Its purely business, nimrods, I'm not exactly thrilled about it." All three are too worn out to even think about how odd it is to receive a call like that at 1 am...

Y'all honestly I love every little evil nerd in the eltingville club I genuinely always loved geeky nerds so much but at the same time I think they'll probably see me as absolutely nobody (lol)