Keith ft. Marmora suit, paladin suit a few years down the road, and Lance
(Allura probably lets them modify their armor as they get older. Lance A. doesn’t believe in shoulder pads and B. refuses to be the sharpshooter and unable to welcome anyone to the gun show due to “excessive armor.” Keith’s has a hood. And something like the Marmora helmet.)
I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.
(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)
~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”
Dex got a job with the helpdesk
almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown,
untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references
from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who
actually knew how to do anything with hardware.
Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help
with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls;
they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer”
without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.
He enjoyed it; compared to having
to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and
he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave
behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem
themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to
mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and
enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to
high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and
grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.
Since he’d gotten to campus early
to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish
a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes
at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t
it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now
if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)
Once the other students got back to
campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the
weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a
girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help
from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”
“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was
just about to leave anyway.”
“Thank you!” She led the way into
what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade
rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re
having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who
remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”
“No problem. You hooking it up to a
Dex walked over to the AV podium at
the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles.
“Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just
about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything
“Thank you so much!”
“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”
“Do I need to file a ticket or
“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the
meeting if you want…”
“What’s it for? I mean, I can
guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my
shift, so, you know.”
“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning
of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus
and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started
organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”
“No, it sounds like good
information to have. I’ll stick around.”
She smiled at him. “Great! I’m
“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“So do you think you’ll come back?”
Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the
projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking
about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the
bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)
“Probably not. I mean, not to
regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just
kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey
practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they
take priority, you know?”
“But you know where to find me!
Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I
can’t commit to anything.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around then,
yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball
game. We’re gonna slay.”
Dex grinned and offered his fist
for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season
useful for bumping up your assessments from a’s to a*’s !!! i’m at gcse level and these are the most useful ones for me. i’m sure these look good at any level as they show you have a deeper understanding of the language !!
Appeler un chat un chat
translation: to call a cat a cat
used as: to say it how it is
example: ‘j'appelle un chat un chat’ (i say it how it is)
Avoir un poil dans la main
translation: to have a hair in the hand
used as: to be very lazy
example: ‘je n'ai pas un poil dans la main, mais…’(i’m not very lazy, but…)
Chercher la petite bête
translation: to look for the little beast
used as: to look for something to complain about
example: ‘tu cherches toujours la petite bête!’ (you always look for something to complain about!)
Coup de foudre
translation: a strike of lightning
used as: love at first sight
example: ‘c'était le coup de foudre’ (it was love at first sight).
Coûter les yeux de la tête
translation: costs the eyes in the head
used as: costs an arm and a leg (a lot)
example: ’…pourtant, je sais que ça coûte les yeux de la tête’ (…however, i know that it costs an arm and a leg)
Donner sa langue au chat
translation: to give one’s tongue to the cat
used as: to have no idea
example: ‘désolée, je donne ma langue au chat’ (sorry, i have no idea)
Donner un coup de main
translation: to give a knock of hand
used as: to give a helping hand
example: ‘je l'aime, parce qu'elle donnes toujours coup de main’ (i like her, because she always gives a helping hand)
Étre à l'ouest
translation: to be in the west
used as: to be out of it
example: ‘aujourd'hui, je suis à l'ouest’ (today, i’m out of it)
Faire la grasse matinée
translation: to have a fat morning
used as: to have a lie in
example: ‘le weekend prochain, je vais faire la grasse matinée’ (next weekend, i am going to have a lie in)
Faire un froid de canard
translation: to do a cold duck
used as: to be very cold
example: ‘il fait un froid de canard’ (it was very cold)
Il y a quelque chose qui cloche
translation: there is something ringing
used as: there is something wrong
example: ‘j'ai pensé, ‘il y a quelque chose qui cloche’…’ (i thought, ‘there is something wrong’)
Mettre son grain de sel
translation: to put in one’s grain of salt
used as: to give an unwanted opinion
example: ‘il va mettre son grain de sel’ (he is going to give an unwanted opinion)
Poser un lapin à quelqu'en
translation: to put a rabbit on somebody
used as: to stand somebody up
example: ‘oh non! je s'ai posé un lapin!’ (oh no! i stood him up!)
i will add more when i can !! i do spanish as well so i might make one for that. enjoy !!
Since we saw Juggie punch someone in the promo, could you write a fic where Juggie gets in a fight and Betty heals his wounds?
I’ll give it a go sure thing!
His knuckles were bleeding and he could hardly see out of his left eye, the swelling making it difficult to even blink. He had nowhere to go,The party still carrying on at Archie’s, and Pops already closed for the night. He continued to wander the streets of Riverdale, Glancing at his phone, it read 1:43, his birthday was over and his heart felt heavy.
It had been a nice gesture and it had all started out harmless enough, the blue and gold themed birthday party Betty had thrown him was thoughtful and quiet, he could still remember her softly singing him Happy Birthday as she held up the Hamburger shaped birthday cake, his new and old friends watching and clapping as he blew out the candles.
Then it all went to shit. And it was all thanks to Cheryl Blossom, the red headed child of Satan. no one asked her to come, no one asked her to invite the entire Riverdale Sophomore class and absolutely no one asked her to invite Chuck Clayton, resident asshole and douchebag to all. Jughead had plans to ignore the prick, that was until he started in on Ethel.
Ethel Muggs family was going through similar hardships Jughead had experienced just years ago and he genuinely felt for her. Chuck Clayton however, did not. Chuck had been vial, calling her homeless trash, a cowards daughter. One thing led to another and Jughead had Chucks blood on his hands and the dark skinned boys knuckle indents on his face.
Betty had tried to break up the fight, innocent and tipsy she had screamed at Chuck and attempted to defend her boyfriend, Jughead was far too gone for that though, he winced at his memories, he could really be an idiot sometimes.
As Betty was defending Jughead he was screaming at the blonde, publically breaking up with her, telling her she wasn’t who he thought she was, calling her a poser, a drunk. God he was an idiot, he freaked out, tensed up under the pressure. He could just call her, go back to the party, sneak her away into a room. Talk about it, that’s what they did. Talk. But no, he was the coward. He didn’t want to see the hurt in her eyes.
He froze in his spot. Holy shit.
“Jughead?! Where are you?” The familiar voice called again from somewhere behind him.
Whipping around and rounding the corner, he came face to face with a tear stained, messy ponytail Betty Cooper. She stopped abruptly, her hands clutching some small black bag.
“Jughead” she whispered, her shoulders slumping in relief. Grabbing his wrist quickly she pulled him over to sit on one of the park benches it was directly underneath a harsh street lamp.
“Betty?” He asked as she dug in the little black bag. She didn’t look up just continued digging before pulling out a cue tip and some form of clear cream, suddenly she was pressing down gently on his eye, the stinging making him wince
“I’m sorry” she whispered, placing two slender fingers on the bruise. She then moved on to his knuckles, she finally glanced up at him quickly
“This is going to hurt the most.”
He nodded slowly.
She dabbed his hand with the alcohol wipe and he hissed audibly, quickly she grabbed his hand and blew gently
“I had to disinfect it, I know it stings.” As she wrapped his knuckles with the white gauze he cleared his throat
She cut him off, her voice tired and weak
“I get it Jughead, okay? You don’t have to tell me again, I’m not what you want. It’s okay.”
He saw the lone tear drop on his pant leg.
He didn’t know you could physically feel your heart break until today, Jughead slowly gripped her chin, bringing her face to his as she finished taping his knuckles with her shaky fingers.
“I’m an idiot, the biggest idiot in the world. I didn’t mean what I said, any of it.”
Betty opened her mouth to argue, but he shook his head and continued
“I was angry, at everyone. My adrenaline, I don’t know, it’s no excuse but I need you to know, I didn’t mean any of it. You were the last person I should have taken my anger out on, after everything you did. You’re amazing, the best girlfriend, and I… I don’t want to lose you. You’re everything I want.” He felt his own voice grow thick with emotion at the thought of losing her.
Betty looked hesitant but nodded slowly, her hand dropping to hold his, she winced slightly. ever observant, Jughead noticed and pulled her fiery red palm to his face
“Woah, what happened here.” He questioned sigh concern. Betty blushed slightly
“I may have slapped Chuck, it’s a long story. It’s my turn to apologize. I got too caught up in it all. Caught up in Veronica, in Archie. It was your birthday, I should’ve been there for you. I’m so sorry Juggie. She dropped her forehead to his.
Shaking his head Jughead pulled her in for a quick kiss
“Have you heard of the after birthday, birthday?” He whispered close to her ear. He felt her smile against him and shake her head. “Oh it’s an age old tradition, the day after someone’s birthday the birthday boy, which is me, gets to pick someone to lay around, watch Netflix and eat burgers with, you’ve really never heard of it?” He pulled away and acted mock shocked.
Betty giggled shaking her head exaggeratedly
“What does one have to do to get this honor bestowed upon them?” She asked in a serious tone.
Jughead grabbed the little first aid kit and tucked her hand into his.
“She simply has to be Betty Cooper, worlds best girlfriend.”
(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)
Chapter 6: Date
She looked in the mirror one last time. She had
picked at black outfit that she had combined with a light pink hijab she had
been reserving for a special moment. She had decided to wear natural makeup,
only a thin eye line and no lipstick. On her feet she wore her favorite
sneakers, he had said that they weren’t going anywhere fancy so she decided to
keep it casual.
She got out of her room and walked to the
kitchen where her parents and Elias were.
“Hi” she greeted them smiling
“Hi, you look really nice” her father said
“Are you going out?” her mother asked
“Uh, yes, actually I was about to ask you, is
it okay if I go out with Yousef today?”
“Right now?” her dad asked
“Yeah, he’s supposed to pick me up in a few minutes” she said looking at her watch
“Where are you going?” her mom asked
“I don’t know” she sighed “He won’t say, it’s a surprise”
“I don’t know how to feel about that Sana” Mama Bakkoush said
“Believe, neither do I. But he won’t tell me” Sana said
“I know where he’s taking you” Elias said smirking
“He told you?” Sana asked frowning
“Don’t act so surprise, he’s my best friend, of course he told me” Elias said “I know what he has planned”
“Tell me, then” she said
“No, he trusted me. I’m not going to tell you. I won’t break my promise” Elias said solemnly
“Well, you can tell us” his dad said
“That I can do” Elias said shrugging.
up from his seat and walked to his parents. They came closer to him and he
started to whisper his friend’s plan. Sana just stared at them half pissed for
being left outside half curious about what he was saying
“Okay, you can go” Sana’s dad said “But be careful”
“Be careful? Why? Where is he taking me?”
“Sana, don’t ruin the surprise” her mom said smiling.
about to protest when someone knocked at the front door.
the door and Yousef was standing in the other side smiling at her.
“Wow, you look beautiful” he said looking at her in awe.
“Yeah, yeah whatever, where are we going?”
“Okay, rude” he chuckled
“I’m sorry, it’s just…everyone knows except me” she whined
“Elias couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he?”
Yousef said smirking
crossed her arms on her chest and turned around to lead the way to the kitchen.
“Hi Yousef” her mom greeted him as soon as they entered the room
“Good afternoon” Yousef said looking at both of her parents “Hi Elias”
“Oh, habibti, what’s that face?” her mom asked
“Everyone knows except me” she said almost pouting making everyone laugh,
which of course only pissed her even more
“Okay, I think we should go before she changes her mind” Yousef said “We won’t be home late, I promise”
“Good, take care” Sana’s dad said
“Okay are you ready?” Yousef asked once they arrived at the place
made her close her eyes and of course, promise that she wouldn’t look.
“Yes, yes, yes I’m ready. Can I open my eyes now?” she asked excited
opened her eyes with smiling with anticipation. She took a look around and
“Wow, we are…at a basketball court…” she said trying to hide her disappointment “I
love it, it’s so…original”
tried to fake a smile but Yousef knew better and rolled his eyes at her.
“You hate it”
“No! No, I don’t, I don’t” she said approaching him “I promise I don’t…I just don’t
get why the hype, I mean we play basketball all the time”
“Yeah, but we’re not here to play basketball…not exactly”
“Then what?” she brought her eyebrows as closed as it was humanly possible.
adorable and Yousef couldn’t help but laugh.
“We’re playing roller basketball to get to know each other” Yousef said
“We’re playing what?” she asked confused
“It’s a game I’ve invented”
“Have you ever tried roller skating?”
“Perfect. Today you are. We’re going to play basketball with roller
“What? No we’re not. I’m going to fall”
“That’s the point”
“The point is for me to fall?” she asked glaring at him
“No, the point is to make the game a little fairer. You’re way better
than me at basketball, I’m way better than you a roller skating. It works”
“I don’t like it” she said
“I figured. And that’s why there’s more to the game” he said “Each time one of us makes a
shot, we get to ask the other person a question. If you make a shot you can ask
me whatever you want”
“Whatever I want?”
“Whatever you want”
she said squinting her eyes “But you need to teach me how to roller
“Okay, but only the basics, if not the game loses its appeal”
“It can’t be that hard, if you know how to do it…”
“Ha ha, very funny”
stuck her tongue out to him playfully.
“Come on Sana, just stand up” Yousef said
helped her put the roller skates on but she refused to stand up
“I’m going to fall” she said
“No, you’re not. I’m here, I won’t let you fall”
“Of course! Just stand up”
and got on her feet. For a couple of seconds she was actually impressed, it
wasn’t as difficult as she thought but as soon as she tried to take a step she
lost control and almost fell backwards.
wow, wow” Yousef took her hands and helped her regain her balance “Not so fast, you have to get used to them first”
“I’m not going to get used to them ever”
“Yes you are, come on, just let me guide you”
started to skate backwards still holding both of her hands, so she would go
forward. He was actually the one doing all the work, she was just letting him
roll her around.
“Okay, now try to move one of your feet” he said
shook her head
“I’m not letting you go, come on, move your left foot”
as he told her and even though she almost lost control again she regain her
balance before she could fall
“See? You did it, now right foot”
moving her feet, one by one, still holding his hands until they got to the
other side of the court, next to the basket.
“I’m going to let go of your hands now so I can go grab the ball okay?”
“No, no don’t leave me here”
“Sana it’s okay” he chuckled “You just need to stand still, I’ll be right back”
let go of her hands and rolled his way to where the ball was. He came back
doing some tricks he had learnt during the years.
“You’re a poser” Sana said shaking her head
“Oh really? Well this poser has the ball and is about to make a shot” he said pointing with the ball at
“No! That’s cheating!”
“Come here and stop me then” he challenged her
glared at him and crossed her arms.
he said shrugging and pointing once again at the basket
she said taking some steps towards him
control and crashed against his body but he caught her before she could fall.
“You did it!” he said smiling
“I almost fall” she said resting her hands on his chest trying not to fall
“But you didn’t, it’s progress”
She rolled her eyes but smiled at him. Then she
saw that he still had the ball on his hands. Before he could react she took it
from him and threw it at the basket making a shot.
“You’re a cheater!” he said
“Nei, you were distracted, it’s not my fault. I made a shot, now I get
“Fine, ask” he said crossing his arms on his chest “I’m already regretting inventing
“Okay, my question is…when did you first realized that you had feelings
“Wow, I was not expecting that question”
shrugged and smiled at him
“Okay, well…we met when you were what…like 10? I was 12 I think when I
met Elias. And I have to be honest with you, the first time I met you I hated
she said shocked “You hated me?”
“Well, not hated you, more like…I was jealous of you. You were only 10
years old and you were already so smart, you annoyed me”
shook her head and laughed
“But then eventually I realized that that
jealousy had turned into admiration with time…and if I had to say a particular
moment when everything changed for me…I guess I’d say when you were around 15
and I was 17. I don’t know if you remember but that summer I went to Turkey
with my family and I didn’t come back until late September. I remember the day
I came back. I went to your house to see Elias and you were there. And you
looked…you looked amazing. You had changed a lot during summer, you weren’t a
little girl anymore, you looked beautiful and strong and you were talking to
your father about biology and I just, I was so impressed. And then you smiled
at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I think that was the first day I saw
you as something more than Elias’ little sister”
She had been smiling at him during the whole
“You don’t remember what happened later that
day, do you?”
she asked with knowing smile
“What do you mean?” he asked confused
“Make the shot and find out” she said biting her lip.
He grabbed the ball and rolled towards the
basket. She didn’t make a move to try to stop him. He shot the ball and it
passed through the hoop smoothly.
“Done” he said approaching her again. “What
“I met these friends that summer, well they
weren’t really my friends. They spent the whole summer teasing me about my
hijab and me being muslim and stuff like that but I just acted like I didn’t
care ‘cause I didn’t want to be alone. The day you came back from Turkey I went
to my friend’s house after you arrived. I think I was only there for like half
an hour before I came home crying. They had
spent the whole time making fun of me and they even said that if I was going to
cover my head I might as well cover my whole face so they didn’t have to look
at me. I went home thinking about taking it off you know? Just give up so I
could fit in. And when I arrived…”
“I was there, in the backyard, you came home
with red eyes as if you had been crying and I was the first one to see you.
Elias was inside talking to your parents”
“Yeah, you saw me and you asked me if I was
okay. I just told you that I had had a fight with my friends. And you told me
that I shouldn’t let anyone make me feel like I wasn’t good enough, that I was
beautiful and strong and that they were only jealous of me. You told me to be
myself and not change for anyone. You didn’t even know what had happened to me
and you said exactly what I needed to hear”
“I hated seeing you like that”
“You were my hero that day and that’s when I
realized that you weren’t just Elias’ best friend to me” she said smiling
“What are the odds that we both started liking
each other the same day?”
“Sound like a story of a cheesy movie couple” she laughed
“We are a cheesy couple”
“You are cheesy, I just tolerate you”
OMG! I’ll be so sweet if you write something about how Sana and Yousef started to crushing on each other I mean in the first episode is pretty obvious that is not something recent. Pls pls
Hope you’ve liked it
Sorry if the date idea is lame, I’ve just been so blocked today and I couldn’t think about anything better
"You can't have sex with your neighbor's backyard above-ground pool."
"let me help you out of that swimsuit-- POOL."
"I sure hope we become best friends! but I don't hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on."
"so anyways I regain consciousness, there's cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an icepick-- haha it was kind of a weird tuesday."
"we're gonna be late for anime school!"
"I'm just saying, is it illegal if I'm in my OWN pool?"
"WHAT'S UP SLUTS. GUESS WHO JUST GOT OUT OF PRISON!"
"(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER."
"oh no, he's hot when he's sad!"
"this reminds me of prison. this reminds me of prison. this DEFINITELY reminds me of prison."
"look at that little pimp. he's gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka."
"let's skip all the fluff and get to the part where we're shirtless."
"homeboy looks like shark week, I ain't messin' with that."
"It wasn't a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!"
"Nah, man, we went to holding. there's a big difference."
"Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor-- that is NOT a position you wanna be in."
"Wouldn't we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person."
"I'VE GOT MACE!"
"Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!?"
"you took the fall for me and I said thank you."
"I went to jail!"
"I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!"
"I stabbed a girl in the yard!"
"I think that guard you killed had a family!"
"look at that majestic ass mothafucka. like a dolphin or some shit. a dolphin with legs... and arms... and a jetpack."
"BITCH GET IN THE POOL!"
"that's how they do it in Austrailia."
"20 bucks on jabber jaws."
"hey, man did you Tivo Glee last night?"
"I'm not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major."
"Neither one of them even died!"
"they won't let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it's deemed 'inappropriate' and I 'have to leave'."
"I have to tumblr this!"
"a guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that's the whole team, you're gonna have to be more specific."
"I ship them! and them!"
"they hate each other, but they also fuck each other!"
"hey we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you're doing is gonna have to stop."
"so do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews and talk about my work out routine?"
"I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? ...nah, cops probably took it."
"do you know? do you know for sure? Because I don't need another incident."
"If I get out of this chair I guarantee you'll end up in one with wheels."
"Ok. I'll admit, I'm a little threatened."
"aren't you that guy who drowned a kid? and burned down that building?"
"get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices."
"Remember, snitches get stitches!"
"shut up you're high as balls!"
"you're just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life."
"right, son. and speaking of crushing disappointments-"
"coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again."
"good thing I wore my Heelys."
"he's so hot but so crazy! which makes him even MORE hot!"
"Come on let me get those digits baby!"
"It should be illegal to be that fine!"
"oh just basic addition and subtraction. he was subtracting from my profits so I'm going to add a few extra holes in him."
"this doesn't seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs."
"I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go."
"Yeah I've seen him. He's in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos."
"your arrest record is extensive... and amateur."
"the fact that you continue to avoid indefinite incarceration is insanityAND THE FACT THAT OUR LAW ENFORCEMENT CAN'T PUT AWAY SOMEONE WITH SUCH BLATANT DISREGARD FOR CONVENTIONAL CRIMINAL FUNCTION BAFFLES THE MIND."
"I want that boy to be my bride!"
"Pilates will do that man, works your core."
"what are we waiting for? let's go bro! let's gbro!"
"wow you sure said that."
"WOOP! WOOP! hold it, I'm gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness."
"One time we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don't even think their families cared, kinda sad, really."
"So, what you're saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?"
"well I've gotta go not talk to you anymore."
"I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water."
"I'm so happy right now! --and it's not just cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Ok I lied, I'm sorry, that's mostly the reason."
"SHE'S A WITCH! PUSH HER IN THE POOL!"
"hey I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How've you been kid?"
“I don’t think he
likes you doing that,” groaned Mike.
Vance threw up another flex. “You
mean this?” He did a double bicep pose. It showed off his huge arms. “I don’t
know Mike. I think he likes it more than you think. Look at how red that face
Mike just rolled his eyes. He
wasn’t about to pick a fight with Vance over something so stupid. He was just
there to sit and watch to make sure he didn’t start a fight. See Vance had
learned some magic that could help him change some things about his body. He’d
started going to the gym and seeing all the really big guys got pretty jealous.
He wasn’t going to steal much. Just a pound or two off the really big ones.
They didn’t even notice.
After about a month Vance had
gotten a pretty awesome body. At 5’9 and 160 pounds he looked like a pretty
strong fighter. His body was fit and he felt comfortable with the weight he was
lifting. His confidence soared and he even decided to get a few tattoos.
Something he’d been a bit embarrassed about before. He hated the idea of
looking like some kind of poser who was just trying to look tough because he
got some ink. But the physique he had at the time, they made him look amazing.
With all the changes Vance had made, he was starting feeling pretty good about
himself. He was starting over, and able to move on. But then Damien came
around. His stupid high school bully who never knew when to shut up. The guy
seriously pissed everyone off. But he was fuckin jacked. Nobody dared mess with
him. The school kept trying to test him to see what he was on but somehow it
always came up clean. There wasn’t anything they could do.
And lucky little Vance was his
favorite target. In high school he loved showing off his huge body to Vance.
Then forcing him to touch it and calling him a little faggot ‘for enjoying it’.
Under different circumstance Vance might have but Damien was way too rough.
He’d pull his weak body really hard and then make him fell the large muscles.
Vance had almost put all of that
behind him. He was about to move on completely. That is until Damien decided to
join his gym. And somehow he found Vance on day one. It was like it was fate.
Vance had hoped he’d just go workout. Or that he’d gained some kind of
maturity. But no. In an instant Damien comes rushing over to Vance.
“Hey little shit. Not so little
anymore I see. Been working out a lot. Bet it’s all thanks to me. Jealous of
this mad bod right?” Damien grinned.
Vance tried ignoring him. But the
idiot wouldn’t let up. Damien just kept pestering him while he worked out. Mike
came over to see what the commotion was. He was just making sure there wasn’t
going to be a fight in the gym. He knew Vance could handle himself and that
made him all the more worried.
“You know what. Fuck it.” Vance
said. He couldn’t concentrate anymore. He reached over and grabbed Damien by
the shoulder. Muscle started draining rapidly from his body. The huge muscles the
jock had worked so long to get were disappearing in an instant. They wrapped in
on themselves. No longer big and round but flat and weak. He was looking up to make eye contact.
But before him, Vance’s muscles
were growing. Their already round bold shape bulked up. He was already a pretty
strong looking dude but now he had the size. That large intimidating size. The huge amount of weight that
Damien had been working so hard for. Looking like a total stud who never had an off
season in his life. His muscle shirt started ripping around his lats. They were
far too wide to fit inside the large shirt. His shorts strained against his
thighs and butt. Threatening to rip at any moment. While his feet pushed out of
the front of his shoes. Even they looked like they had packed on muscle.
Damien stood in disbelief of what
just happened before him. His shoulders were so thin he could almost fit
through the head hole of his shirt. “What just…” His mind was reeling. “This isn’t possible…
You took everything! Give it back!” Damien’s small body tried to attack Vance.
He couldn’t do anything. All his punches felt like they were hitting a brick
Vance laughed. It was the first
time he’d felt so unbelievably strong. The bully couldn’t do anything to him. He could almost understand why Damien
liked picking on him so much. If he wanted to he could do anything he wanted to
the little guy as he flailed punches at him. But he wasn’t like Damien. He
wasn’t going to endlessly torture people who were smaller than him. However
that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to enjoy this a little bit.
“I didn’t just take from you,”
Vance smiled. “I also gave you a little present.”
“Wha…” Damien felt Vance’s hand
grab his wrist and pull it to his chest. He was confused for a second and then
let out a soft moan. His hand naturally started feeling the muscles. Going in
and out of the deep striations built from hard work. It felt so amazing.
“Fuck!” he pulled his hand realizing how much he was enjoying it.
Vance pulled in real close to
Damien. He spoke softly into the little guy’s face. “And you know Jenny,” he
waited for Damien to nod. “I’m going to show her what a real man is. I thought
I’d have more to take from you. But 2 inches is still 2 inches.”
Damien wanted to shout, but
couldn’t. There was something holding him back. He tried to think about the
times he spent with Jenny but ended up only thinking about Vance putting him in
those same compromising positions. His hands started to slowly drift back up to
the muscle giant before him. He swatted them away, face turning bright red. He
was gay now.
Vance threw up another flex just to
make his point. “Nah man. I think he likes it.”