metallya

⛓ big time nerd // metalhead ♫

[metallya]

Yo everyone!

I'm metallya, a fanfic writer! My dms and asks are always open, so if you have any request feel free to ask ^^

I'm a big internet nerd and geek, the main fandom I'll write for is The Eltingville Club, but of course I'll do also other fandoms

My account is accessible to all, I'll make sure to put a warning and hide the eventual mature posts (*ゝω･*)

Anyways, metallya out!!

[metallya]

Pete Dinunzio x Allison

A/n: this is an eltingville club x oc work for @qthulhu666 (btw go check their acc their art and ocs are cool asf). I hope you'll like it!!

Warinings: pretty much nothing, just cigarettes but no one smokes.

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57...58..59...15.

Only fifteen minutes have passed since the start of the biology lesson; but to Allison? They felt like hours.

The teacher kept blabbering about some nonsense he didn't even try to listen to, his classmates were all whispering or straight up talking to eachother, and worst of all? There was a certain boy in his class that just couldn't stay away from him.

Another crumpled piece of paper landed on Allison's desk, slightly hitting his hand. He rolled his eyes and opened it. Inside there was only a smiley face, drawn with pitch black ink in Pete's unmistakable handwriting.

Allison exhaled through his nose loudly, as if to send Pete a silent 'fuck off'. DiNunzio really seemed to not get the memo.

They had been in countless situations like this before: Pete trying to be smooth, Allison treating him like he was some kind of disgusting bug that got in his way. But Pete didn't mind; he thought that getting under the other boy's skin was the first step to succes, so he tried again. And again, and again, and again.

Not even a minute later Allison felt something -someone- tugging lightly at his hair. Not to hurt, just to play with it. The boy used all of his willpower to not stand up to slam Pete against the nearest wall, so he stayed seated, fists clenched.

Pete took a strand of Allison's long hair in between his fingers, rolling it around his pointer. He could see Allison's jaw clenching and his knucles becoming white.

Pete stopped, just to quickly write on a piece of paper and throw it at the boy seated in front of him.

Allison reluctantly one handedly spread the paper and flicked his gaze down to it. His usual stoic expression shifting; eyes narrowing, lips pressing into a thin line.

On the paper was written -in an handwriting that could only have been either a 8 year's old or Pete's:

'What's the matter Ally?'

Allison read that again, his silence heavier than words. One of the things he hated the most -besides Pete and his loser friends- was when people misgendered him. Of course, his long cured hair and makeup could kinda make him pass as a girl, but he refused to change his appearance.

So when someone that knew he was a boy -and Pete definitely knew he was a boy, hell, he probably even knew his address- used feminine names for him? Ally, Alice, even Lizzy? He couldn't stand it.

The hand that previously held his head up in that hellish class slammed on his desk, the whole classroom going quiet -his classmates looking at him with wide eyes and the teacher turning around from the whiteboard- and Pete pratically jumping from his seat.

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"What was that,Allison?" The teacher raised an eyebrow, clearly annoyed.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Carter, my hand slipped" he let out through gritted teeth, slightly turning his head to glance at Pete.

The italian boy was looking at him with wide eyes, and hand covering his mouth, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Whatever. Just keep the hands off the desks and eachother, mr. Dinunzio." The teacher added before going on with the lesson. She clearly noticed when Pete played with Allison's hair, but decided to not say anything on the spot.

Allison lowered his head, grimacing and covering his eyes with one hand. Pete layed back on his seat, head buried in his shoulders like a dog that got scolded.

The rest of the lesson went on strangely smoothly -apart for Pete stretching a leg under Allison's seat to slightly bump at his foot and the other kicking him-

When the bell rang Allison was the first to stand up, bursting through the doors and swinging it open with enough force to make it slam against the wall. Pete quickly followed, decided to talk to him.

The two walked towards the exit, Allison long and steady steps followed by Pete's fast and short ones; kinda like a puppy following it's owner.

When they got out the only noise that could be amongst them was Allison's heavy sigh when he realized Pete was, in fact, following him, and the stomping of his heavy boots on the ground.

After a while Pete decided to speak up, silence wasn't his thing. "You always this quiet or am I special?" He mocked, a teasing grin spreading on his face.

Allison turned his head slightly, looking down at him with a glare that could freeze fire. "You're special. E-special-ly stupid" he muttered, expression deadpan.

Pete made an exaggerated frown, letting out a dramatic gasp: "HOW COULD YOU" he breathed out, faking gasping for air. Allison just rolled his eyes and kept walking.

Pete caught up almost immediately, matching the other's pace. He pulled out a pack of Camels, taking one for himself and turning the opened pack to Allison, a quiet offering.

The two stood there in silence for a brief moment, the metalhead letting out a mocking "I don't take candies from the man with the white van" and flicked Pete's hat, making it fall to the ground.

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He scrambled to the floor, awkwardly repositioning his cap in the angle he studied every time in the mirror for ten minutes, until his brothers threatened him to get out of the bathroom.

He saw Allison still walking, not even checking if he was following. Pete buried his hands in his hoodie pockets. Something cold hand hard caught his attention.

Oh. Right. That.

"Ayo Allison!" Pete shouted. The other boy stopped dead in his tracks, turning around annoyed and groaning exageratedly.

'What, DiNunzio..." Allison seethed. He stopped right in front of him, looking down from the -at least- five inches he had on the other.

Pete snapped back to reality after moments of studying Allison's face, how his eyes looked like they pierced right into him and how his spiky bracelets caught the light.

"I- uhh...wanted to give you this.." Pete let out, his usual cocky act falling as he tripped over his words.

He fumbled with his pocket before taking out a CD, under Allison's unfazed glare. Pete handed it over to him, and the boy raised an eyebrow, flipping it over and reading the tracks.

It was personalized. Pete burned it -for him. Inside? Pretty much every one of the tracks were songs Allison actually liked. His expression softened, only a bit though.

"Mh. Guess you ain't too bad, DiNunzio" he said, before turning around, cd in hand and boots thudding against the sidewalk.

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It wasn't a love confession or anything. Not even a friendship declaration. Just a 'maybe you're becoming mildly not-too-annoying to me' from Allison. And even though it wasn't nothing big -no discussion, no dramatic scene- to Pete, it meant everything.

[metallya]

HEY YO, do you do stuff with OCs? If yes, I would humbly request you to do something with Pete x Allyson (hi from qthulhu666), pretty please? (⁠.⁠⁠❛⁠⁠ᴗ⁠⁠❛⁠.⁠)

HIHIHIII

Ofc I also do stuff with OCs, I just lwk need some infos abt what's ur Oc persobality/what do they like/etc so I can make it more accurate ^^

[metallya]

hi....,,, im sorry to bother you but i am very desperate for more josh levy x reader content, could you write anything about a yandere reader x josh, i don't care if it's headcanons or a oneshot, ill take anything...,,, please... thank you in advance if you do,,,,,... (´•ω•`).....

guess who just woke up🔥🔥

Josh Levy x Yandere!Reader headcanons

A/n: I actually think that josh x yandere reader is a really intresting and cool idea, I'll do my best, but since I'm sick i fear that for now they'll only be headcanons (TдT) Tho I looke forward to explore this scenario, ty anon!!

Warnings: uhh pretty much everything that comes with yandere characters: reader being desperate,obsession,stalking.

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You are my destiny (first meeting)

The first time you met him was at school. You have always been kinda quiet and reserved, the rumors about you not helping witg your social life. For that, you simply chose to focus on school and do your thing.

It was a normal day when you saw josh, and, since no one actually caught your attention before, you were absolutely struck. Everything about him was perfect, from his greasy ponytail to the nerdy graphic tees he constantly got teased about by the jocks.

Of course you didnt talk to him. You limited to look at him, studying his behavior. You knew he would be the one.

One way or another

For the next month you two got more "acquainted". You,especially, got to know everything about him.

After that first meeting you did your research amd somehow found not only most of his social media profiles, but also half of his family's personal information and his address.

Every moment of your life when you were free -and even when you weren't- you kept thinking about him. About how much you loved him, about how he must love you too. You spent days memorizing his top ten movies, his clothes size, his ID number...

You'd spend your weekend writing pages and pages of love letters for him; some of them would be left under his desk, some other under his house door.

At school you kept acting as usual, exception made for the fact that somehow you always managed to be where josh was at the right time. He was entering the cafeteria? You were the last in line, turned to the door. He was exiting the school? There you were, crouching behind a trashcan with a camera in hand, looking for the best angle to shoot.

Talking about photos of josh,you started to have quite a few. Not only photos, of course. Pens he forgot on his desk, an half chewed gum he stuck under his desk, a strand of his hair you found in the chem lab. All of those sacred relics were neatly organized in your room, creating a shrine for that god-like entity you saw in that boy.

Never say never

When you actually got the courage to talk to him, you were ecstatic; even if the conversation was objectively awkward and short.

You blurted out something among the lines of:

"Hey!! Uh...you're Josh right?? I wanted to give you this, you forgot it in the gym!!"

As josh took a pen from you hot and sweaty hands, while you were flashing a nervous smile. Of course it wasn't some kind of romance scene, josh seemed uncomfortable to say the least and you two stranded there for a while since no one knew what to say, but for you? It was the best day of your life.

After that event you got bolder. You started waving at him in the hallway and sitting near him making small talk while his friends weren't around. Josh actually started to get a liking for you, you being the sweet shy classmate of his.

He didn't know you were also the weirdo that haunted his private life. The same one that sent more than one hundred messages from anonymous or spam accounts saying how much they loved him, the same one that left the skull of some kind of bird and a bouquet of roses at his doorstep.

But of course he couldn't be you, right?

Rivals

Things went by pretty smoothly for a while. You two occasionally talked, and you got closer. Eventually Josh told you even about the crazy stalker he had and you, as the good friend you were, comforted him everytime.

Things went down one particular day. He was telling you about this girl he liked so much. Said she was sociable, pretty, smart... everything people thought you weren't. So imagine your reaction when you found out that that wasn't a romantic confession of his love for you, but for Bella, the girl in his literature class.

Even if on the outside you seemed calm -even happy for him- on the inside you were boiling. How dare she, an useless piece of thrash like her, take away the love of your life?

From that moment you started hating her. Everyday you'd send her hate from anonymous accounts, leave graphic threats written with a marker on her school desk; one time you got so far to going to her house and scribbling "stay away from Levy" with spray paint under her window.

Obviously the girl stopped paying attention to Josh, now scared for her life. He was devastated from the lack of attention and the sudden coldness from Bella, but he was so,so,so lucky to have a friend like you to cheer him up.

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At that point you knew he was yours for sure. You had known since the first time you saw him. And eventually he'd get to know it too.

[metallya]

The Eltingville Club Swap!AU

Love life headcanons

A/n: I'm tweaking so I need to write something sweet or I'm gonna explode.

Warnings: uhh none? Just jerry being kind of a creep,implied/referenced/mentioned stalking and threats but nothing graphic.

Bill

After bill worked on himself and got a job he was actually not so bad of a guy. Sure, he still wasn't objectively attractive for society beauty standards (and so did the other boys), but he developed a great personality and had a good job, so he actually got some game. In the start he didn't really want to date or even meet someone -both because he wanted to focus on his dream job and because a part of him was still insecure about himself. Though it's important to say that he suddenly changed his mind when he met Sarah, a mildly famous cosplayer.

Sarah used to collab with different major gaming companies, and when she cosplayed Senua they called her at the company to do some photoshoots to promote the game. Bill saw her while he was working and,incredibly, he got the courage to talk to her.

'Hey..uhhh...you probably don't know but the character you're cosplaying? Senua? Yeahh.. that was me that made a major part of her design haha...'

Even if bil tried to play it cool and failed miserably, Sarah thought he was kinda cute, so they kept talking for the whole week she did photoshoots at Capcom. During that time bill did his best to act like a total gentleman an eventually asked her out.

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Josh

When josh started doing podcasts and his writings got important -both in the fanfiction and cinema community- he did absolutely everything to avoid interviews. Not that he wasn't proud of his work or anything, he was 'just' very self conscious. As we all know josh has always been an insecure fuck, and his self esteem still didn't got any better. Maybe he was a bit more confident when the topic was work, but his -internal and external- self image? Absolute bs.

So when he was pratically forced by the director of one of the movies he wrote scripts for to have an actual interview? Total panic. He didn't know what to do, and when the journalist came through the production's doors -he saw her. Kayleen. She was kind, smart and funny; all things Josh didn't think he was. But for Kayleen it was the complete opposite: she looked up at Josh like he was some perfect god-ish entity. She admired his creativity and adored his work

During the interview Kayleen managed to make Josh feel...actually confident? So he got head over heels for her. She was everything he always wanted, he knew he couldn't make this chance go to waste -so after moths of talking and not-too-serious hangouts, he finally asked her:

'Would- wouldyougoonadatewithme??'

Of course she said yes and their relationship just got better and better. With all the love and care Kayleen expressed for josh and the way she would randomly remind him how lucky she was to have him, Josh's self esteem got better. After years they got married and moved together in Boston, where they kept working. Eventually they had two beautiful daughters, Evelyn and Elizabeth.

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Pete

With time pete got actually pretty good looking guy (in my swapAU he ain't bald, leave me alone), even if not in a 'mainstream society beauty standard' way. He had more that 'weird horror obsessed boy' charm, and that surely helped with girls. In fact, from when he started his job, he got around pretty much, but he never found someone actually worth staying with. That was until Angelica came. She was a famous actress in the underground scene, she even worked for the same company Pete was at.

Pete usually was the one that made props and heavy fx, like turning mannequins in hyper-realistic dead bodies, but when Milo, the 'real' make up artist was sick, they called him to do his magic. And of course, Angelica was the actress he was working with. Pete fell for her almost instantly: she had the same taste as him in everything, from movies to music. So one time he invited her to a new horror premiere he somehow got two vip passes for

''Sup, Angel, I was thinkin' bout going to that new terrifier movie premiere y'no? And I was wondering maybe y'd wanna go with me, pretty girl?'

Even if his invite was incredibly cheesy, angelica accepted -after all,who was she to decline such proposal from the weird horror obsessed Pete?

The premiere went well, Pete getting shy and blabbering about horror while Angelica listened -actually listened, that was new for Pete- and asked questions. Nontheless it was a good evening (and night iykwim) for both of them and they eventually started dating.

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Jerry

So. Being the hikikomori he became he didn't really got in contact with girls. While he worked at his new part time job at blockbuster he found a girl he liked, so he tried doing the typical thing: yapping while he scanned her order, following her around the shop giving suggestions, even giving -pretty backhanded and misogynistic- compliments. When he realized the girl didn't like him back and was just being polite? Oh man.

He became a total full-on sick fuck. He discovered at what bar she worked at and kept showing up, sometimes even following her home. He couldn't stop thinking about her,thinking about how impossible and selfish it was for her to not love him back; he'd even slip letters in her mail, telling her in graphic disturbing detail what he'd do to her. Eventually the girl told the police and got a restraining order on him.

Even if it did stop him, his situation got somehow worse. His hatred for mankind -and especially women- became unbearable, falling in a cycle of fast food and hateful posts on incels.is.

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[metallya]

Bill Dickey x Fem!Reader

Pt.2 (Pt.1)

A/n: after two (?) long days of waiting the part 2 it's finally here my lovelies. I reached 1k words somehow (math homework made me go crazy) and our protagonists are getting closer!!

Warinings: bill being a bitch as usual, language.

The next morning eltingville was full of life: kids playing at the park, planes flying high in the cloudless sky headed to the stated island airport, streets busy and filled with laughter.

But in a certain house, in a certain room of a certain someone? Despair was all there was for an angry teenage boy.

Bill was already up and dressed, his usual flannel draping over a graphic tee of batman. His old converse tapped the floor nervously as fast fingers clicked against the keyboard. On the computer screen there was an Incels.is page opened, words flowing on a post almost with the same magnitude the tension was flooding Bill's room.

'Be me, M17 incel having to meet up with a dumb foid all because my mom and hers are frien-' his typing got suddenly interrupted by his mom's voice, cutting through the house.

"William!! Your friend, yn, is here! Don't make her wait and come down!!" She shouted cheerfully but with an unsaid warning underneath: 'don't make a fool of me'.

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Bill reclutantly turned off the computer, standing up while cursing all his bloodline under his breath and getting out the room.

As he got downstairs his eyes locked with yours. You both didn't want to be there. "Hello, yn" he muttered through gritted teeth, your name coming out laced with a not-so-subtle hate.

Bill's mom pretended to not notice, quickly dismissing you both and blabbering the same standard things every mom would tell her son before going out:don't come home late, text me, be nice to your friend...

Bill just rolled his eyes and whispered something about how he'd rather be dead than keep up with this as he slammed the house door.

Once outside he turned to you in silence, looking you up and down thinking he was subtle. His eyes went all the way from your dc shoes to your *band* graphic tee. He raised an eyebrow slightly. "You like *band*?" He asked, his voice missing the usual bravado. You just nodded, a bit surprised he knew that band, but didn't say anything. Bill gave you an undecifrable glare and started walking.

While William looked like he couldn't care less, or was just really bored, internally he was living one of the biggest crisis of his life. He liked *band* too, should he tell you? But that way he'd look desperate and a total loser! Plus you were probably doing it for attention. But that shirt really looked good on you...

He quickly snapped back to reality as he shook his head like it would make those confusing thoughts go away.

You two kept walking in silence for a while, until you got to the mall. Bill opened the door and went in first, almost letting the door slam in your face. You got it just in time, galring at him and spitting out a venomous "such a gentleman, William".

He stopped and turned around "Who gave you the right to call me william?! You're just a foid my mom forced me to hang out with!! I have better to do than babysit you, you stupid bitch!" He blurted out, voice high enough to make some people turn around.

You didn't pay attention to the names he called you -after all, what did you expect from dickey?- and simply asked "Like what?"

Bill froze, eyes going wide and mouth opening and closing repeatedly like a fish out the water. You both knew he didn't have nothing better to do, he would've stayed in his room bedrotting all day, but he couldn't admit it. "I don't have to tell you shit, Ln" he seethed, the hate almost palpable in the air.

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The tension slowly disappeared, now replaced by an embarassing silence between you two; the sounds of the mall seemed to disappear. Bill decided to enter the fisrt shop he saw, just to not walk in silence beside you anymore. You followed and found yourself into a record store.

You looked around in awe, you loved music and somehow you didn't know this place. You quickly got to the limited edition vinyls section and started looking for something intresting.

Bill got to the rock section, that, lucky you, was directly in front of where you stood. While you kept looking for vinyls Bill stopped his search and looked up at you.

His eyes fixated on your face -you looked so...passionate? He didn't comprehend your immense love for music, but he surely understood what was like to have such a burning passion for something, and that made you a little bit more worthy in his mind. His eyes kept studying your face, taking in every detail, from tge way your eyes flicked between records to the crinkles forming at the corner of your mouth when you read a title you recognized.

He was still lost in his toughts when he realized you caught him staring and looked at him with half lidded unexpressive eyes. He quickly looked away, hoping you didn't actually notice, but the red blush creeping on his face gave him away.

The rest of the hangout went by strangely smoothly, you two even talked for a bit. Bill kept discovering new things about you: he was slowly reconsidering the mental image he had of you.

You two had some intrests in common and the fact that bill finally started seeing you for what you were helped to keep the conversation going.

Of course a part of bill still couldn't stand it. I mean, a girl, having his same intrests? It was impossible. He knew you were just putting up that facade so you could make fun of him with your friends, so he still was pretty defensive every time you talked.

Nontheless, you were able to enjoy the rest of the evening in some way. Around 8 pm you both went back to your respective houses. The goodbyes were nothing dramatic -Bill awkwardly trying to let you go with an handshake and you going for a hug, then nervously swapping just to fail- but it letf a strange sense of warmth in both your chests.

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Bill went up to his room and logged on reddit, while you went straight to your couch, looking for something good to watch.

Even if the both of you tried to entertain yourselves with temporary distractions, you and bill knew.

Something changed, and that wasn't just a temporary thing.

[metallya]

Are you up for making a Josh x Female reader fanfic?

Yes yes yes!!!

Josh Levy x fem!reader

A/n: it's kinda short and a hurt/comfort since i think it would have been pretty sweet,hope you'll like it!! (And finally someone that asks about that cutie🥹)

Warnings: none!!

Josh was never the one to console people: not himself, not his club members, not a girl. Especially, not you.

It's not that he hated you or something -quite the opposite- but the poor boy had just no idea on what to say and how to act, but somehow here you were, sitting on his bed and bawling your eyes out.

Nothing bad happened -at least not that josh knew of- but you just exploded while you were hanging out. Maybe the stress from school, maybe some friend drama, maybe something completely different? The outcome was all the same. A desperate girl crying and a guy -her boyfriend nontheless- that felt pathetic for not knowing how to act.

Josh took a deep breath. "Uhm..yn...I'm sorry you feel this way...did something happen?" He whispered, not fully convinced it was the right thing to say. You raised your head from your hands and looked at him with puffy red eyes and your face -the one Josh admired constantly when you weren't watching and the one he saw so much in his dreams- covered in tears.

"I- I just... school's hard, my teachers are all assholes!! And my friends hate me now, I don't even know why!!! I'm so dumb!!" You blurted out, voice broken and raspy from crying so much. It killed Josh to see you like this.How could someone as pretty, talented and kind as you suffer so much? He couldn't understand how someone could make you feel so bad. And most importantly he was mad at himself for not being able to cheer you up.

Not knowing what to say he just scooted closer and wrapped you in a hug. Not tight, just comforting, as if to say 'I'm here'.

The room was now flooded with your cries and some occasional shoulder pats josh gave you. Even though a stranger could have thought he didn't care, he was internally panicking. He felt useless and thought you'd leave him for someone that did better with this kind of things, not some socially awkward loser.

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Fortunately -or unfortunately- you broke the silence, letting out a "I've lost everything, it's a miracle you don't hate me too" between sobs.

Josh's heart fell. How could you think that? His fear of saying something wrong disappeared for a moment. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at your face. "You still have me yn. I know I'm not perfect and maybe not much, but I love you, and I could never want anyone else." He told you, voice strangely firm.

Josh's eyes widened a bit. He had no idea where he got the courage nor where the words came from. Sure, they were sincere, but he never talked with such confidence before. His thoughts stopped racing when he realized his words seemed to comfort you a bit, your loud sobs now watering down to shakey shoulders as you hugged him.

Some time passed, your shallow breathing matching with Josh's even one, finally calming down. "How about we watch something?" Josh muttered when he was sure you calmed down. You nodded softly against the crook of his neck.

You both changed into something more comfortable, Josh in his pjs and you in one of his star trek shirts.

You spent the whole evening layed down in his bed, limbs tangled while Josh held you, pressing sweet kisses on your hair every once in a while.

Maybe your shy boyfriend wasn't so bad after all.

[metallya]

I loved your first bill dickey x fem reader enemies to lovers, so I just wanted to ask if there would be a part 2? If not, that’s okay! Just wanted to ask. Amazing writing by the way! Ty for reading ^___^

AWW THANK YOU!!!

There will absolutely be a second part, I'm working on it cuz I'm slow af lol, but I'm planning on posting it in a max of like two days <33

[metallya]

The Eltingville club swap!AU

What if the epilogue!eltingville club swapped roles?

Bill

Bill had one of those realizations that hit hard. Randomly one day he looked around him -actually looked- and realized his situation. Reality hit him like a wall of bricks. And honestly? That was for the better, he just needed to be snapped back to reality. He decided to actually take control of his life, he started working part time in a restaurant and continued studying. With time he got a girlfriend, Sarah, and got hired for unreal engine ad a game designer. He mostly worked on indie games, no major titles, but that's what made him feel good with himself and actually enjoy life.

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Josh

Josh decided to change things when he got rejected by a girl met during one of the wirting classes he attended. She said he was 'too insecure' among other things, so he decided to change (of course after something like three months of total and utter despair). He continued attending the writing classes and writing fanfiction as an hobby, while he found a part time job at a local bar. After some time he got more and more famous for his writings and, thanks to a mix of talent and luck, eventually wrote some scripts for big movies. He started appearing in some podcasts and write more while actively working on himself as a person. His self esteem got better and so did his overall life.

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Pete

DiNunzio continued to be obsessed with horror movies, but thanks to the club break-up and the conseguent disappearance of the negative influence they had on eachother,he got into less violent and more classic things. At some point he overcame his addiction for gore and snuff movies, even if he still was pretty active in the whole horror community. He studied design for a while, practicing horror fx make up and costume design. After less than a year he got to work as a make up artist for a pretty big horror production company, that also helped overcoming his toxic masculinity and helped expressing himself.

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Jerry

Oh boy. Where do I start. After the club break up he became more and more nervous, and what was once self doubt and loathing became hate toward others. He kept living with his parents, staying all day in his room tweeting hate posts about every living being he could target. For obvious reasons he never got with Mandi and actually never interacted with a girl besides his mom, and that fueled his disdain and hate for the outer world. When he turned 25 his parents kicked him out and so he was forced to crash at a "friend's" house instead of staying in the streets. Eventually he got kicked out a second time -cause his disrespect and straight up disgusting behaviour towards his friend and most importantly his girlfriend- and ended up sleeping in the park for some time. At some point he actually got a job at a blockbuster, earning just enough money for food and paying an hostel to sleep in.

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[rentenee]

uurghghth I simply can't draw him old and bald. It's beyond my capabilities :д

[metallya]

Hi!!! Can you make a fanfiction about Bill Dickei x tomboy Femreader? :3

Yessssirrrrrr

Bill Dickey x tomboy!fem!reader

A/n: I actually really love the idea of some loser victim of extreme fragile masculinity like bill being with a female!reader confident in expressing herself.

Warnings: bill being mean, homophobic slur used once

It had been a few months since you and Bill got together, and honestly? No one knew how that happened.

Bill was the typical gross geek that had never seen a girl, and you were definitely not his type on paper. You have always been a tomboy; you were used to look masculine most of the time and you were totally comfortable like that.

Bill on the other hand? He tried to convince you countless times to change for him, always telling you that 'as a girl, and my girl specifically, you should get more feminine'. You two used to argue all the time, but you never bent to his will, remaining independent even though his words stung most of the time.

Today you were laying down on his bed, listening to him yap about some dumb marvel fight that was happening on one of his forums. He was sitting at his gresy desk, giving you his back; you could see him typing something quickly from the reflection on his glasses.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, still not getting up; the keys you had attached to your pants jingled, interrupting Bill's one-sided rant.

"What?" He spat out, still not facing you. "I was thinking about...doing something romantic for once?" You answered, voice low.

"The boy wants me to do something romantic for him after he makes me look like a fag?" Bill pratically seethed out in a mocking tone, now turning towards you on his chair.

The words hit you, but you were used to it; and besides, you knew deep down -really deep down, like 6 feet under- he loved you. You both knew you were all he had, the only girl that could keep up with him.

"How about going to the mall? You asked, voice full of hope to finally do something normal with your boyfriend. "Ugh. Whatever." He rolled his eyes and got up from his chair.

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Once you arrived at the mall you refused to let go of his hand, despise his embarassed look. You knew he wasn't used to show affection -both in public and in private- but he was really trying to be a better boyfriend, in his own way.

You two kept walking and talking for a bit, before a certain store caught your attention; it was a clothing shop. On display there was an head mannequin wearing a big silver necklace with a chunky Bio-hazard pendant on it.

Your eyes lit up- you loved it. It would be perfect with most of your outfits, you loved noticeable jewellery, it went perfectly with your baggy jeans and oversized shirts.

"BILL!!! LOOK HOW SICK IT IS!!" you beamed, tightening your grip on Bill's hand and pratically jumping up and down. His gaze drifted lazily from your face to the necklace a few times, before he raised an eyebrow.

"Pfft. Really? That shit?" He snorted out, the grin he always had when he felt superior creeping on his face. "I know you always try to look your worst, but this? For real?" He snickered.

Your expression darkened. You hated this side of him. He could be caring at times, but when he wanted to he'd destroy every little thing that made you happy.

The rest of the afternoon went by without any more drama, except the fact that you basically stayed quiet with glassy eyes pointed to your shoes till the end of the day.

Bill noticed the way your behavior changed, occasionally looking over at you. He pretended to not notice, still blabbering about some comic nonsense.

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After that hangout you two didn't talk for a while, that was normal for your relationship, at least for Bill's part. Usually you were the one that texted first.

After what felt like an eternity for you -although it was only three days- you received a message from bill, asking you to come over at his house. You found it pretty weird, still you didn't text anything back. You got ready, putting on your favorite pair of baggy jeans and a red graphic tee you loved over a long sleeved white shirt. You put your hair in a simple ponytail and got out.

For the entirety of the walk from your house to Bill's place you kept wondering why he invited you over: was he bored? Maybe he needed help with something?

All those thoughts kept echoing in your head, making you worry more. You finally arrived at Bill's house and rang the bell.

You were greeted by his sister, Jane. She looked you up and down before telling you "he's in his room", voice and expression deadpan.

Once you got in his room you found Bill walking around in circles, fidgeting with a black box. When he saw you he froze, his usual annoying expression that screamed 'yeah, look at how superior i am' coming back -just a little.

"Hey. Uhm. What's up" he asked, trying to play it cool and failing miserably. "I don't know, you tell me" you shrugged, eyeing the black box.

He sat down on his bed, you followed him. His eyes kept darting around the room, Adam's apple bobbing up and down like he wanted to talk but the words couldn't come out.

"Listen. I know I've been an asshole and all... i usually am. And I'm sorry about how I acted last time? I shouldn't have said those things, I know I hurt your feelings an I'm sorry." He said-almost without breathing. It felt like he rehearsed that countless times, bug you knew the apologies were sincere.

"Here. I hope you can forgive me" he handed you the box, scratching his neck and looking away.

You raised your eyebrow, but your expression softened. You opened the box -and you were speechless. There it was, the Bio-Hazard necklace you wanted so much, handed to you by no one but Bill.

Your eyes quickly moved between the gift and the nervous boy in front of you, before lunching forward and wrapping your arms around Bill's neck, hugging him.

He stayed still for a second -he didn't expect it- before hugging you back. You pulled back slightly, just enough to kiss him. A strong blush crept on his face instantly, looking at you with wide eyes. Sure, it wasn't the first time you kissed, but each time it was as if it was for Bill.

"I love you so much" you said, laying your head on his shoulder and holding him tightly.

A beat of silence passed, before he reciprocated the hug once again and whispered with a shaky voice

"I love you too, yn"

[metallya]

Hiya! Could you make a fanfic about Bill Dickey x reader with a sort of enemies to lovers trope. Just, have fun with it! I completely understand if you don’t want to do it. Thanks for reading, Bye!

OFCOFC!!

It's actually the first time i do this sort of fanfic, so i hope it comes out good ^^

Bill dickey x F!reader

Pt.1

Warnings: mentioned hentai and non-con, misogynistic and degrading language, bill dickey being an incel

A/n: i took the choice of making the reader fem!, I hope it's alright!!

It has been days, months even, since you moved to Eltingville. Summer had just begun so you had no homework or stressful deadlines to think about -just you and your hobbies.

Today you were just wandering around, not sure where to go -you already went to the arcade twice this week and the mall was closed. After what felt like an eternity you came across a small shop; on its front there was an old sign reading "Joe's Fantasy World".

You used to hear nerds at your school talk all the time about that shop, apparently it had limited edition figures, exclusive issues and even some rare VHS. Being bored out of your mind -and desperate for something to do- you went in.

As you stepped inside, a group of four boys caught your attention. Two of them were arguing, one actually making pretty good points while the other was just sputtering insults. They looked oddly familiar and you realized who they were; that was the 'Eltingville Club', as they liked to call themselves. A group of loosers that went to your same school and spent the whole day arguing about comics and movies.

You didn't pay attention to them and just moved around the shelves, not exactly searching for something, just looking around.

A particular comic caught your attention -something about a guy slaughtering aliens on another planet- when you realized the shop got weirdly...quiet.

You lifted your eyes from the cover of the comic, just to find one of the boys from earlier looking down at you with a disgusted expression. You thought his name was something like Bill?

"Yeah?" You just said, glaring up at him, voice and expression deadpan. "And what are you doing here?" He muttered back, sliding up his nose the pair of greasy glasses.

"Uh...I'm just looking around. I heard this shop has kinda everything so-" "Oh please!!" Bill interrupted you. "We both know what you're doing here you foid!" He continued, voice getting higher and the typical boys mellow of someone that had never seen a girl hitting you. He spat out the last word, foid, with an hatred in his voice you have never heard anyone use.

"You came here -in our sacred space- to try and tempt us with your siren song! You use your body to get attention and then whine when you actually get some just because it isn't some 6'4 Chad!!" He was getting redder now, little splashes of saliva hitting you every now and then and making you grimace. You didn't know how to react. It was utterly shocking seeing how much bill was getting worked up over literal nothing.

"I do like comics too" you just answered calmly, unimpressed by his tantrum. Bill stopped for a second, mouth slightly agape like a kid getting told they can't have ice-cream. "YOU? LIKE COMICS? AH! DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH, WE ALL KNOW YOU'RE JUST A POSER!" He pratically yelled, the other boys looking at you from a distance. One looked totally uninterested, one mildly uncomfortable and one on the verge of laughter.

"I CHALLENGE YOU, YOU FRAUD! THAT'S RIGHT, I'M CHALLENGING YOU TO A TRIVIA!!" Bill seethed. Now you really didn't know how to react: ten minutes ago you were bored and wanted to live an adventure? Well there it was.

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With a sigh of reclutance from your part and various misogynistic comments from Bill, you two moved to the centre of the shop, surrounded by the rest of the club and other customers -even Joe peaked at the scene from his desk-. So the trivia begun.

The first questions went smoothly, you actually liked comics and bill didn't expect it. Then came back Bill's turn. "In which specific issue does spider man actually discover that the suit he found in the iconic 'Secret Wars' crossover is a living, alien symbiote?" Ranted Bill, pratically without breathing.

You didn't know the answer. A few people actually did. And yeah, you were a nerd and all, but you actually had friends and wasn't a comic-obsessed-freak like bill was. After moments of silence you simply admitted "I don't know".

The crowd erupted. The blonde guy in the club -jerry?- facepalmed. Bill's face contorted in a cruel smile, as he turned towards the crowd to smugly say "See? That's typical poser behavior. What did you expect foi-" he turned to you, just to find you paying for the comic.

He exploded. He spent the next two minutes roaring insults at you, now all the three boys in the club acted like they didn't knew him. You kept walking, exiting the shop without even glancing back at him.

The store slowly set back to its usual calm atmosphere; clients looking for comics, Ironjaw unbound new products and joe glancing between the customers and the screen of his laptop. But something in Bill changed.

His ego couldn't take that. A poser -a foid nontheless- dared enter that sacred nerd temple, just to create chaos, get attention, and then leave, without even looking back at him. Like he was nothing. Like he meant nothing.

Bill didn't know nothing about her -not her name, not why she was there- but he knew for sure that that wouldn't have been the last time he saw her.

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The next day Bill woke up late as always. He rolled over in his bed and fell on the dirty floor, his glasses falling near him. He slowly got up, trying to remember last night.

His computer was still on, a page of the infamous site 'Incels.is' still opened on some hate post he wrote last night trying to get the anger out of his system.

On top of the research bar we're still open different pages -reddit, some marvel fan page, an...hentai site- glowing light in Bill's face and making a wave of guilt wash over him for a moment.

Only a moment though. Then, as always, came the anger. The anger towards his friends, for not backing him up, but mostly towards you. You dared to act like a bitch right in front of his eyes and he couldn't stop thinking about it -couldn't stop thinking about you.

The day went on as always, him locked up in his room, him and his mom arguing about Bill's unhealthy way of living, the boy re-reading comics and touching himself on some underground non-con japanese porno. Even if he tried to keep his mind occupied, in every moment his thoughts were haunted by the same girl.

He believed he was going crazy. It never happened before, he had never met no one that took up so much space in his mind to beat his obsession with weird media and comics. But there you were. Walking into his life like it was nothing and walking out of the comic shop like it meant even less.

The day passed slowly, each moment torture for Bill's mind. Near 8 pm his mom shouted his name from downstairs, telling him to come down to greet the guests. He quickly put on the first pair of pants he could find over his stained boxers and a socially acceptable shirt (his mom had previously let him know that the 'two seats' shirt he was wearing was, in fact, not appropriate for any social event) and headed for the stairs.

As he was walking down he could hear his mom talking to what felt like a group of people; he couldn't hear much, but at some point he heard something that was worryingly similar to an 'around your age' from his mom.

"There you are william! These are our new neighbours, they moved in four months ago and have been really busy with working on their new home. Their daughter, yn, should come to the same school as you" explained Bill's mom once he came down in the living room.

Bill glanced up, expecting some random that he had never seen in his whole life and prepared himself to act like he knew who that was, but instead the sight before his eyes left him speechless.

His eyes met the ones of the girl in the iron man shirt in front of him -and he froze. It was you. The girl at the comic shop. In his house. About to eat with him.

You both knew it would have been a long,long, night.

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The dinner went by smoothly, you politely laughing at Bill's mum jokes, him glancing at you every time he thought you were not looking.

After what felt like an eternity-but most likely had been an hour- you and your family headed for the door.

"I'm happy you had fun today, yn" Bill's mom said sweetly to you. "My pleasure Ms. Dickey" you answered, voice calm and flashing her a polite smile before looking back to Bill with all the hate you could put together.

"Since you're still getting acquainted to the new city how about you and Bill hang out tomorrow?" The woman kept going, Bill's eyes widening, message clear: please no.

"It would be awesome!" Your mom answered before you could make some dumb excuse about homework or having to go to a friend's house.

It was settled.

That night it was calm outside: not a cloud in sight, the new moon shining brightly and the stars forming beautiful constellations -but inside you and bill? Nothing but insecurity, anger and doubts at the perspective of what was to come the next day.

Eventually you both fell asleep,eachother's eyes appearing in your minds as the last thing you saw before drifting in the sweet blessing that was sleep.

[metallya]

The eltingville club boys headcanons, pt.1

Jerome Titus Stokes

•As we all know, Jerry loves Magic The Gathering, so he most definitely plays a Control or Midrange deck

•He's not only a "fantasy" nerd, he's also big into space and in his room there are definitely posters and books about the topic

•Speaking of fantasy, being the nerd he is, he got into some pretty underground games like The Witch and The hundred knight. He played both games (and secretly cried about Chelka's backstory)

•He's 100% a studio ghibli fan, his favorite movie is Howl's moving castle

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•Even if music isn't his main hobby, he doesn't just listen to random fantasy games and movies Osts, he looks like he could listen to Weezer and Tally Hall

•When he was a child he was a really picky eater

•Also when he was a child he used to have this cat plushie he used to carry around all day. He didn't tell the club but he still has it hidden in his room

•Even though he's an absolute mess in social situations I think he can handle anxiety pretty well when he's alone

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•his room is the cleanest and most organized out of all the boys in the club

•He used to play tennis because his mom forced him to, now he uses the constant hanging out with the club as an excuse to not go anymore

•Even if he's usually a calm and collected boy, he sometimes gets violent urges towards certain people *ahem bill*. Once he got older he got rid of it

•He loves animals, even insects. He is kinda terrified of big bugs and spiders, but he still thinks they're intresting and cute in a way

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•Totally a cat person

•He has a low alchool tolerance since he isn't used to drink and the people in his family don't either. He had his first drink while he was out with the club and with just a shot he got totally wasted.

•Him, along Pete, is the one with the highest grades at school. (Jerry likes studying, Pete freestyles and gets lucky somehow)

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[metallya]

Pete DiNunzio relationship headcanons

!contains nsfw and overall sensitive topics!

A/n: i tried to make this as canon as possible, lemme know if you have suggestions or criticism!!

Warnings: implied sexual stuff, language, implied stalking,mildly toxic pete, Pete Dinunzio is his own warning.

Meet cute! (crushing)

I think the first time Pete saw you he wouldn't be really interested, of course exception made only if you were his type.

After the first time he saw you -maybe at blockbuster, maybe at school?- he tried everything to see you again.

He kinda memorized your schedule, made his (more or less legal) research on you and noted everything he could find.

As we all know he's a massive loser just like the rest of the club, so it would take time for him to build up the courage to talk to you or even just approach you.

The first time you two actually had a conversation went pretty well, considered it was Pete we're talking about.

He actually didn't make too much jokes or weird comments about you and behaved pretty much like a normal teenager (if we don't consider him constantly staring at your boobs and pratically drooling)

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Hello Christine, won't you be my prom queen? (fisrt date)

After probably months of him observing you, having half-assed conversations with you and having some *intresting* thoughs to say the least, he finally asked you out.

Your first date was probably at the cinema to see Texas Chainsaw massacre or at his house to watch one of his fucked up pseudo snuff gorey movies -how romantic.

After the date he couldn't stop thinking about you. He was full on obsessed, even if you weren't actually together. He kept replaying every moment in his head, from when you accepted to go out to when he brought you back home.

Oh and talking about your home, you have been so,so,so dumb. I mean, you really gave your address to the snuff obsessed freak that was Pete dinunzio? Yeah, stupid move.

From that day on he spent most of his afternoon watching you from the backyard, studying every move. You were sleeping? He stayed glued to your window trying to hear your breathing. You were showering? He looked for the best angle to take videos so that most of your body could be seen.

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A match made in heaven (dating)

When you finally got to date for real, things didn't change much.

He was still full on obsessed with you, you were is one and only thought, even if he didn't show it externally.

When you two were out he wouldn't hold your hand, he acted like you were just some pretty doll that he got to carry around, treating you like a fangirl and calling you names -especially in front of his friends.

But in private? He was all over you. Sure, his family was pretty fucked up and growing up he didn't have the chance to learn how to handle feelings in a healthy way, so he could me a bit...intense with you.

When you two were at eachother's house he would always try to get you on top -or under- him, not always in a sexual way, just to feel you there, to convince himself you weren't just some angel that fell from the sky to be with him, even if that's exactly how he saw you.

When you two would sleep together he would always try to peer pressure you into doing something more, acting all deluded when you refused (it didn't matter though, when you didn't watch he could always borrow a pair or two of your panties from the drawer to take home).