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Prize Jules - Two

WARNING: NON-CONSESUAL INTERCOURSE AHEAD. VIEWER DESCRESION IS ADVISED!

           Jules huddled on his living room sofa, shivering uncontrollably. The previously faded red carpet was marred by muddy footprints, adding to its already stained appearance. The old wooden floor also bore the marks of the chaotic night, speckled with mud splatters. As the early morning sun began to cast a warm glow on the room, Jules found no comfort in its rays. Fear coursed through his veins, overwhelming his senses.

The night before had been a whirlwind of madness. Jules had been taken hostage by his strange patient, who had the ability to fly. The ordeal had left him disheveled and dirty, as if he had been raped in an insect-infested cornfield.

To make matters worse, his assailant now leaned casually against the back of the sofa, humming to himself while idly twirling a few strands of Jules' hair that had managed to escape the clutches of the damp dirt. By this time, Jules had become desensitized to Nikolai's peculiarities. His mind was clouded, unable to formulate a coherent plan.

Fear gripped him and made it impossible for him to return to work. After all, his patient was in his own home. And the fact that he had made a grave mistake by agreeing to a deal with Nikolai weighed heavily on his conscience. He had foolishly entertained the idea of a temporary surrender, hoping that it would at least keep Nikolai from crossing physical boundaries.

           “What am I going to do…” Jules mumbled to himself, a whimper in his voice. Nikolai gently traced his finger tips across the side of Jules’ face before rubbing them together.

           “You should clean yourself. Such a mess.” He tutted. Jules pulled away and barked at Nikolai, his anger from earlier returning.

           “And who’s fault is that, eh? And stop fucking touching me-”

           Jules slapped the man’s hand away, which seemed to upset Nikolai considerably, however he continued to plaster a fake, evil smile across his lips. He huffed at Jules, standing up straight and walked around the couch to face him. Jules just glared up at him, staying strong in his resolve.

           “Who brought you back?” he sniffed with an air of arrogance. Jules scowled, not answering him. He instead angled himself away from Nikolai, continuing to ponder to himself.

           “I’m talking to you? Don’t ignore me, vermin.”

           Jules snapped, standing up and getting right up in Nikolai’s face. Jules, being only five foot three, found himself staring up at the man, clenching his fists and his jaw tightly. He was sure he didn’t look terribly intimidating, but he couldn’t keep letting Nikolai treat him like this.

           “Can you just stop?! Stop being so God damn rude. You got me into this crazy mess and you’re not exactly helping now!”

           Jules watched as Nikolai’s expression continued to sour, a snarl replacing the playful sneer. Jules watched his face twitch as a red hue flooded across his cheeks, and his fingers cracked audibly as Nikolai balled his hands into tight fists.

           “Do it. You said you didn’t want to hurt me, but I think you do. I think you want to hurt me so badly; the pain will help you control me. You’re violent. Disgusting. You can’t control yourself. How can you expect me to be grateful to someone who could break my neck at the slightest inconvenience?”

           “Mind your tone.” Nikolai hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes drilling holes through Jules’ head. Jules’ heart was racing, but he didn’t hold his tongue. He took another step forward, shoving Nikolai back. He barely stumbled, and kept his hands at his sides. Jules could see his talon like fingernails driving deep into his palms.

           “You think you’re sooo tough, but you’re not. You’re just a spoiled fucking brat.” Jules jabbed Nikolai in the chest with his fingers in an attempt to get his point across, “You’re rude and entitled. And you’ve done NOTHING but torture me physically and mentally! And you want me to say thank-you for flying me home!”

           For a moment there was a long pause. Jules tried to direct every ounce of hate and anger in his body at Nikolai through his stare. Nikolai looked down at him, his face now changing from a scowl to a calm, malicious grin. His hands relaxed, but Jules could tell he was fighting the urge to punch him in the face.

           “I like it when you talk to me like I’m soooo bad.” Nikolai imitated Jules. Jules squinted his eyes before huffing in frustration. He turned away and went to leave the argument. However, he was stopped and violently jerked back.

Nikolai aggressively reached out, grabbing Jules by the back of his neck, his fingernails digging hard into Jules’ skin. He whined in pain as Nikolai forced Jules back to look at him.

           “Ah! Ow, ow, ow! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! NIKOLAI!” he cried, trying to turn away. Nikolai tried to hold his smile, but his rage was spilling through the cracks in his façade.

           “Don’t you dare walk away from me,” he growled, and purposefully dug his nails deep into Jules’ neck. His grip, one that Jules was already all too familiar with, put immense pressure on his neck, making his ears feel like they were swelling.

           “You’re right. I could break your neck at the slightest inconvenience. And your distasteful attitude is a rather annoying inconvenience. If you value your short, inconvenient life, I’d suggest shutting up.”

           Jules dared not to move, nor speak. He fucked around and now he was about to find out. He winced, tensing his shoulders with every squeeze of Nikolai’s hand.

           “I’m… sorry… please.” Jules whimpered, scared that if he spoke, he might get hurt even more. After Nikolai held him for another moment, he seemed satisfied by the damage he’d caused, letting go of Jules. The nurse immediately cupped his hand over the back of his neck. He could feel the puncture wounds and the warm blood slowly trickling from the incisions. Nikolai stood there, nonchalantly sucking the blood off each of his five finger tips, looking at Jules with gratification.

           Jules slunk away from him, sitting back down on the couch, his lips sealed. Maybe standing his ground wasn’t the best of ideas. He needed to find a way to either get Nikolai to leave, or escape himself.

           “You should go get cleaned. It’s really not a suggestion.” Nikolai’s tone soured as he finished his statement. Jules shivered, getting up quickly and hurried off down the hall of his apartment. He entered one of two doors, slamming it behind him. Jules flicked on the light, filling the room with an orange florescent glow. The tiles were grimy but it was a sanctuary as long as the door was locked.

           Jules stood with his back to the door before he slowly slid down to sit on his behind. The nurse held his knees to his chest, and began to cry.

           Jules wept for quite a while. His eyes were sore and puffy. His nose red and raw from wiping the snot on his sleeve, which was crusty with dried mud. When he stood up, his knees shook and his body felt weak and achy. He slowly pulled off his hoodie and scrubs. They fell into a dirty pile in the corner. Dried mud and grass flaked off from his skin as he moved, stepping over the bath tub ledge. Jules pulled the curtain closed and turned on the water.

           As the warm water cascaded over his shaking body, he closed his eyes and Jules rested his forehead against the wall in front of him. More crying ensued. His tears mixing with the water that dripped down his face.

           It took him a while to wash all the dirt off his body. His arms didn’t want to work. The water extenuating his exhaustion. While he washed his hair, Jules almost found his mind wandering. Forgetting about the night.

           His world came crashing back however when a loud banging came on his bathroom floor. Jules was jolted out of his temporary serenity, and nearly slipped and fell in the shower. His heart hammered as the sick feeling of anxiety swelled in his stomach.

           “I… I’m almost d-done.” He whimpered, listening to who he knew was Nikolai, on the other side of the door. There wasn’t a reply, and Jules tried to continue. He rinsed his hair of shampoo, following with conditioner. Once he was done, he turned off the shower, silently stepping out of the tub and grabbed a towel from the cupboard. Jules took his time drying off, procrastinating as he knew he would have to walk from his bathroom to his bedroom in just his towel.

           Jules tightly wrapped the towel around his upper torso, his heart pounding with anxiety. Slowly, he reached for the bathroom lock, his fingers trembling with each delicate twist, desperate to avoid any sound that could betray his presence. As the lock finally yielded, Jules pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear even the faintest noise. The eerie silence surrounding him failed to ease his growing fear, intensifying the weight of uncertainty that hung in the air.

Gently cracking open the door, he allowed the billowing steam from the shower to escape into the hallway, creating a hazy atmosphere. Peering down the corridor that led to his inviting living room, Nikolai was nowhere to be seen. A wave of relief washed over Jules, prompting a faint sigh, as he cautiously emerged from the bathroom, careful not to disturb the tranquility of his surroundings.

However, Jules was frightened when he turned to sneak down the hall in the opposite direction. Standing in his way was Nikolai, cladded in darkness. He didn’t say anything at first, so Jules took the opportunity to make a gentle request.

“M…May I please go by? I have to go to my room.”

“What are you hiding, hm?” Nikolai disregarded Jules’ request, continuing to stay in the way of where Jules needed to go. He completely blocked the narrow hall. Jules looked at Nikolai, fear and confusion evident in his expression.

“Hiding? I’m… not-”

Nikolai moved closer, leaning against the wall. His eyes wandered down Jules’ face and neck. Passing his shoulders and looked down at the towel wrapped around his chest. Jules followed his gaze, and once he’d caught on, the nurse backed up.

“Listen… don’t do this, Nikolai.” Jules pleaded, but it didn’t stop Nikolai from raising a hand and trying to pull down on the towel. Jules however held it in place, knowing his defiance might cause him injury. Nikolai once again closed the distance between them, and with a little more force, tugged at the towel. He had Jules flat against the wall, and slid his knee between the nurse’ legs. With his other hand, he held Jules at the waist, keeping him from running back into the bathroom.

“You can fool your fellow humans, but you can’t fool me. I can smell it on you.”

“Nikolai. Don’t… I’m willing to do whatever, but not this…”

The man seemed to ponder things for a moment before leaning in, his lips next to Jules’ ear, their cheeks barely touching.

“I’ll yield this time, but don’t take my decision lightly. I’m not known for my patience.”

With that, Nikolai backed up, barely giving Jules the room to bolt down the hallway. He slipped into his dark bedroom and once again, locked the door, flicking on the light. He shivered, looking down at the dirty hand print on his towel. Jules stared at the door for a moment, taking a second to control his heart beat.

Jules took his time dressing. He made sure he put on a decent amount of clothes. A pair of track pants tied tight around the waist. A thick hoodie and to Jules’ discomfort, a brassier. Something he didn’t particularly enjoy wearing. However, it if put an extra later of fabric between himself and Nikolai’s possessive hands, he would face the music.

Eventually Jules exited the bedroom. He wasn’t surprised this time, to see Nikolai standing a few inches down the hall from the door, leaning against the wall.

Something that Jules hadn’t noticed earlier due to his shocked and terrified state, was that Jules’ extra appendages seemed to have… vanished. The large wings he had supported earlier were no longer there. The lack of wings didn’t make Nikolai any less scary. Jules knew he didn’t need his wings to assert his dominance and exert his strength.

“Much better. Perhaps fewer clothes would have been better.” Nikolai chortled, pushing away from the wall. He took no time advancing on Jules, who stood still, bracing himself for whatever Nikolai was going to do next. He expected to be grabbed, or pushed. Carried or thrown.

“I’d tell you not to be so scared… but I like it when you’re afraid.” He cooed menacingly. Jules let his eyes go glassy, trying to keep his mind blank and foggy. This way he couldn’t do anything to agitate Nikolai. Maybe if he played like a doll, it wouldn’t be so bad.

Jules felt Nikolai grasp his chin, turning his face to look at him.

He really is handsome, Jules thought. It really was a shame this was how it was going. Jules had always wished to meet a confident, attractive guy. But this was not what he wanted. This was the opposite of what he wanted.

Jules tried to fill his mind with anything to keep him from focusing on what was happening in real time. All he could really feel was Nikolai’s hands on his face, and his body barely pressed against him, once again pinning him to the wall of the narrow hallway.

“Why so quiet? What happened to all that spunk you had?” Nikolai pinched Jules’ cheek, bringing him back. Jules looked up at Nikolai’s face which was half casted in shadows. His eyes glowed from the dim light coming from the living room down the hall.

“You’re… going to hurt me either way.” Jules stated, the deflating feeling of helplessness spreading in his chest. Nikolai laughed mockingly, and his grip on Jules’ face softened. As if that mattered, Small red marks were already forming where the tips of his fingers had been holding him. Just more bruises to add to the night’s injuries.

“You’re behaving, aren’t you? So, I’m not hurting you. I… sincerely apologize for causing you discomfort.”

Jules could tell he wasn’t sorry at all. He almost seemed to be on the verge of giggling as he spoke. And despite his fingers loosing their hold on his face, Nikolai made no effort to remove his body from Jules’. He kept a decent amount of his weight pressed against his counterpart.

“I’m… hungry. Can I please go?” Jules spoke sheepishly, not wanting to argue with him. Nikolai smiled and bowed his head, non-verbally giving Jules permission. Nikolai allowed him to slip away, and Jules padded down the hall towards his kitchen. The sound of Nikolai’s heavy footsteps behind him was just a constant reminder of the danger he was in.

As Jules was bustling about the kitchen, his hands shook. He watched Nikolai from the corner of his eyes as the man sat down at his tiny kitchen table, picking at a bowl of individual chocolate’s wrapped in tinfoil. Jules pulled out a frying pan and started the process of frying an egg and some peameal bacon. He stood over the stove, watching as the oil sizzled around the uncooked egg mixture.

“Do you really live in this tiny box?” Nikolai asked, crumpling a tinfoil wrapper in his hand as he leaned back in his chair. Jules didn’t answer. He didn’t want to. He figured silence was the best decision, since saying anything that might annoy or anger Nikolai would sent him into a violent episode. Nikolai sighed, rolling his eyes in reply to Jules’ silence.

“Don’t be like that, Vinan.” He scoffed, unwrapping another chocolate and popped it between his lips, watching Jules as he did. His stare was unblinking, but Jules paid him no attention. He kept his focus on the pan which was now sizzling at a medium heat. His hands held the counter on either side of the stove, helping him keep his balance.

With a groan, Nikolai stood up from the kitchen table, sauntering around the chairs. Jules watched him approach. He moved sightly, wanting to seem as if he was going to prepare something else, but Nikolai pulled him back in front of the stove, placing his strong hands on the dip of Jules’s waist. The nurse was tense, trying to keep his breathing calm, however his heart was beating like a kick drum.

“I am going to assume you’re avoiding my questions because you’re very focused on…” Nikolai looked down over Jules’ shoulder, a look of disgust washing over his face as he watched the egg cook in the oil, “…whatever it is you’re preparing. However, if you’re passively defying me through the silent treatment, I can guarantee I have other ways of making you cry.”

“I’m sorry.” Jules murmured, a pang of fear striking through his heart like an icicle, only made worse by Nikolai holding Jules flat against him, using his hips as an anchoring point. Jules wasn’t sure what else to do or say. He reached into the drawer next to him, slowly and cautiously pulling out the spatula to flip his egg.

“What is that?” Nikolai asked, looking at the utensil in his hand. Jules cleared his throat, just barely speaking above a whisper.

“It’s… for cooking. To flip food. I… I suggest standing back a little or the hot oil will splash you.” He warned. Nikolai hesitated before releasing his grip on Jules and backed up. He stood against the counter; his arms crossed. Jules flipped the egg, oil spitting everywhere. He winced as a few hot drops popped out of the pan and landed on his arm. Nikolai seemed to also flinch, but instead of flinching away, he almost seemed to lunge forwards, as if he was going to attack the oil.

“Don’t touch it-” Jules hissed, slapping him away. He immediately became fearful, stepping back, holding his arms to his chest.

“No, you’re right. I shouldn’t touch it.” Nikolai said flatly, making no attempt to punish Jules for hitting him. Jules still didn’t relax. He just gave Nikolai a shy glance, before scooting back in front of the pan. He flipped the bacon this time, and it sizzled more violently, but Jules didn’t react this time. He let the hot oil sting him without recoiling. Nikolai stood watching silently, fidgeting with himself. Jules watched him in his peripheral, noting his behavioural patterns. He was after all, a certified psych nurse. It was his job to analyze his patients. He observed closely as he removed the egg and bacon from the pan.

Jules popped a pair of bread into the toaster, pulling down on the lever. Nikolai was picking at his fingers, and absentmindedly tapping his toe against the tiled kitchen floor every few seconds. He seemed either anxious or impatient. Maybe he was hungry after watching Jules prepare himself something.

As the nurse reached over for the fridge, he pulled out a container of margarine, and the toast popped up. Jules plated the toast and buttered them each on both sides. Adding the toast and eggs together, he grabbed a fork out of the sink side drawer and carried it over to Nikolai, holding it out to him.

Nikolai looked stunned for a moment, looking down at the plate in Jules’ outstretched hands. He delicately received it, holding the plate awkwardly. The man didn’t move, and eventually spoke when Jules held up the fork in front of him.

“Why are you feeding me? I highly doubt you pity me after this whole ordeal.” He scoffed, taking the fork from Jules’ hands. Jules just turned to start making himself some more eggs and bacon as he spoke, trying to choose his words carefully.

“I figured… perhaps we… got off on the wrong foot. Maybe some food would improve… both of our moods. Maybe we could sit and talk.” He trailed off, cracking two more eggs into a cup and whisking them with a fork. Nikolai slowly carried the plate to the small table, sitting down in one of the two rickety chairs. He looked down at the eggs and bacon again, resting his elbows on the table.

“What do you want to talk about?” he mumbled, poking at the yellow mush of eggs. They jiggle slightly. Nikolai bent over to sniff them before recoiling. Jules noticed this and sighed before replying to his question,

“Well… we’ve obviously found ourselves in quite the predicament. You won’t go back to the facility… But I have to return to work so-”

Nikolai slammed his fist down on the table, causing the plate to clatter. Jules jumped and cowered into the counter. He looked over to see Nikolai had a stern, deadly look about him. His eyes were deadly and he held his fork in a white knuckled grip. But instead of yelling, he simply looked at Jules and spoke softly, but Jules hear the fury in his undertone.

“No. You don’t leave.”

“But, I have to wo-” Jules tried to protest, feeling a tightness in his chest growing as he threw himself into the line of fire. Nikolai stood up and the whole table seemed to move.

“I said no. I don’t want to hear it. So, you better think about what you say next, Mouse.”

Jules felt a shiver run down his spine. The air in the room was thick with an unnerving tension. The nickname "Mouse" hit him like a poisonous sting, a reminder of his vulnerability in the face of Nikolai's simmering anger. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating him as he struggled to find the right words.

His mind raced, desperately searching for a way to defuse the situation, but fear and apprehension kept his thoughts scattered and fragmented. He knew Nikolai was capable of unspeakable things, evident from his prior physical encounters with him. The man sitting before him now, consumed by an uncontrollable rage, was a potent reminder of the monsters that lurked within.

Jules took a cautious step back, his heart pounding in his chest like a desperate plea to escape. His voice trembled as he finally found the courage to speak.

"Nikolai, please... I understand your anger, but I cannot abandon my responsibilities. I have bills to pay. If I don’t work to pay the rent, you can’t stay here with… me…"

Nikolai's expression remained unyielding, his eyes burning with an intensity that sent goosebumps down Jules' skin The room seemed to lose its warmth, plunging into an icy abyss that mirrored the darkness in Nikolai's soul. The silence stretched on, and Jules hoped that Nikolai could see rationally. He hoped the threat of losing his only way of keeping Jules, would make him consider granting Jules some freedom.

Nikolai's features softened briefly, his calculating eyes parsing Jules' face as he interjected his suggestion. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips, betraying a glimmer of his manipulative nature. Jules felt a shift in the atmosphere, a flicker of hope mixed with a gnawing sense of unease.

"Ah, Vinan," Nikolai purred, his voice dripping with deceptive sweetness, "I understand your predicament. The need to attend to those mundane obligations that chain you to this miserable mortal existence. But let us not forget our very delicate arrangement."

Jules swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on Nikolai's face, desperately searching for a hint of leniency. He had unwittingly fallen into Nikolai's twisted grip, a prisoner to his whims, and the realization gnawed at his soul. He'd already promised submission in exchange for his life. He had nothing else to give, and what he did have, he wasn't willing to give up.

Nikolai leaned across the table, his hands holding the edge, his voice a velvety whisper laced with sinister undertones.

"You see, my dear Jules, it would be such a shame if our harmonious little cohabitation were to be disrupted. After all, I've grown quite fond of our little game, haven't you?"

A wave of fear washed over Jules, threatening to consume him completely. Nikolai's words hung in the air, a chilling reminder of the power he held over their twisted bond. Hadn’t known him very long, but the very prospect of what Nikolai might do to him if he didn’t behave terrified him beyond anything.

"But Nikolai," Jules stammered, his voice shaking, "isn't there some way we can compromise? A way for me to fulfill my obligations and still remain within your... control?"

Nikolai's grin widened, revealing a gleam of predatory glee. His finger traced an invisible path along the edge of the table, a subtle reminder of the invisible chains that bound Jules. His talon like fingernail leaving a long, winding scratch in its wake.

"Ah, my dear Mouse, compromise can be such a delicate dance. But maybe, just maybe, we can explore the realms of possibility."

Jules felt a flicker of hope ignite within him, fragile yet tenacious. He clung to it, his eyes pleading with Nikolai for an ounce of reprieve. He tried to keep the hopefulness out of his eyes, but Nikolai could see right through him. He chuckled, slowly wandering around the table. Sensing danger, Jules quickly turned off the stove, backing away from it and Nikolai.

“Excited, are we? The possibility of running away got your adrenaline pumping, hm?”

“N…no. Nikolai I wasn’t-” Jules whimpered, slowly backing towards the alcove that opened from the kitchen into the hallway.

“You want to run away? Then I suggest you run. Because my patience has run dry.”

Jules’ eyes widened like saucers, realizing the level of danger he was now in. His throat became bone dry and he began to tear up, his whole body beginning to shake as he pleaded with Nikolai. Nikolai only barked at him, making decent strides to close the distance between them.

“Run or I’ll give you something to cry about.”

With that, Jules turned and ran from the kitchen. Instinctively, Nikolai broke into a sprint. As the poor, frightened nurse darted down the hall, Nikolai followed in suit behind him. Jules was just able to get to the door, slipping himself inside. But when he went to slam the door, Nikolai was able to thrust his arm between the door and the frame, causing Jules to scream in horror.

Jules threw himself away from the door, unfortunately giving Nikolai full access to the room. Nikolai stormed in, his eyes ablaze with a fiery rage, but his sick, twisted smile was right where it belonged. The air crackled with tension as he closed in on Jules, who trembled in a corner, trapped like a wounded animal. Jules's desperate cries for mercy fell on deaf ears, as Nikolai's cold, unyielding demeanor betrayed not an ounce of compassion.

Nikolai grabbed Jules by the back of his head, yanking hard on his thick brown hair. Jules cried out as he was dragged from his spot on the floor in between the wall and his dresser. Nikolai forced the nurse to his feet before tossing him like a ragdoll towards the neatly made bed.

“Stop! STOP! Nikolai please. I wasn’t thinking of escaping! STOP! NIKOLAI!” Jules screamed as his patient took no time crawling up onto the mattress, towering over Jules. He grabbed Jules by his ankle, pulling his leg upward, which pulled Jules closer to him. He forced Jules’ legs around his own hips, gripping at his thighs with a vice grip. Leaning over him, he took in a long, drawn-out inhale. Jules turned his face away, straining his neck to get his face away.

Jules used his arms to push Nikolai’s face away, but at no point did it deter him. He didn’t even bother restraining Jules’ hands, instead clasping his strong fingers around the Nurses throat, applying the bare minimum amount of pressure. Jules only struggled further, pushing at his shoulders, and scratching at Nikolai’s hand. Trying to wedge his fingers between Nikolai’s. He was so preoccupied with the hand that was attempting to cut off his air supply, that he hadn’t noticed Nikolai’s other hand wandering south.

“N-no!” he choked out, kicking his legs, but they only met air. He couldn’t get his knees back far enough to kick Nikolai in the chest. And to make things much, much worse for Jules, his attacker had begun to slowly but surely rut his hips against Jules, rubbing up between his legs. His free hand pulling their lower halves closer together.

“I’ll tell you what… I’ll permit your daytime excursions.” Nikolai chuckled before dragging his tongue across Jules’ neck and up his cheek, exhaling sensually, “But I’ll have to show you who you belong to before you run off thinking anyone else can touch you.”

“Nikolai p…please. I-I’m not going anywhere… nobody… nobody will take me away. Please… sto-”

Jules was silenced. Nikolai forcing his mouth against Jules’, biting his lip. The beast of a man proceeded to take his time tasting Jules, being sure to gently thrust his trapped erection against him. The thin hospital issued sweat pants offered no protection to Jules.

“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you too much. Just enough to remind you who holds the power here.”

Nikolai’s fingers tugged at the waistband of Jules’ tightly tied sweats. The string made several snapping sounds before giving way, and Jules’ track pants were pulled below his hips, before Nikolai fought to tug them off completely. That left Jules exposed with his peach pink colored underwear, a sight that seemed to further fuel Nikolai’s lust.

With Nikolai’s hand around his throat, Jules was at a loss for what to do. He considered fighting, but what good had it done him so far? Only causing him injury or angering Nikolai further. But was he really going to let Nikolai do this to him? Was going to work for six hours every day worth the life time of violation.

“People have done worse for freedom. I can do this. I can do this. I am… strong.” Jules thought to himself, closing his eyes tightly as he tried to take several calming breathes. His attempts at calming himself were swiftly shattered as Nikolais hand made it down past his underwear waistband. His fingers were initially cold between his legs, and his whole body tensed up.

Jules had never been… touched in this way before. Due to his peculiar situation, he often backed away from sexual relationships, being rather uncomfortable with his body. Having the brain of a young man in the body of a young woman didn’t necessarily mix well.

Nikolai paid no mind to Jules’ discomfort, peppering aimless kisses down the side of his neck, avoiding where his fingers were digging into his flesh. His lips traced along Jules’ jawline, sending a strange feeling across the nurses’ skin. A tingling sensation starting in his spine, fanning outwards in ripples.

A hard lump formed in Jules’ throat as he forced himself to breathe. Nikolai’s fingers continued wandering, pushing his fingers further down. The same strange cascade of tingling sensations overcame his body as Nikolai delicately rubbed his index and middle finger in a circular motion.

“Doesn’t that feel nice, Mouse? You like it, don’t you?”

Jules shook his head, not wanting to give Nikolai the satisfaction of knowing he’d never felt anything like this before. He couldn’t even say he hated it. The thought of how this came to be made his stomach swim with fear, shame and anxiety. But the oxytocin being produced by Nikolai’s sensuous touch was slowly intoxicating him.

A hot pressure began to build between his thighs, the feeling startling Jules. The nurse began to panic as he felt the man ease his two fingers deep inside him. The initial pain quickly turned to an erotic pleasure, that made Jules close his eyes, tilting his head back. His toes curled, and he held in the ungodly sound that threatened to escape his throat. He grasped at Nikolai’s wrist, choking out a whiny cry. Nikolai steadily slid his hand between Jules’ thighs, his two digits curling to elicit a response from his prey. Jules unwillingly complied, his body twisting as he groaned gutturally.

Jules mind was foggy, his only lingering thoughts being that of Nikolai’s weight on top of him, and the dense amount of pressure between his hips. His skin felt hot and his face was red. He could feel Nikolai’s grip on his throat loosen but only slightly. It allowed the poor boy to breathe, however it was short lived, as the air was caught in throat. Another finger was forced inside of Jules, this time a little less carefully.

“Ah! That hurts! Hnnng- Stop!”

“You have to take a bite of the appetizer before you take on the feast, Mouse. So you don’t fill up too fast, if you know what I mean.” Nikolai grinned, kissing Jules along his jaw. His lips were warm and he left red, moist sores across Jules’ skin. It did nothing to distract Jules from the new found pain of having one too many fingers inside of him. He wriggled in discomfort, whining every so often. His cries were obviously music to Nikolai’s ears, who only persisted.

“Such a sweet thing you are. My prized jewel. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?”

Nikolai’s words sent shameful pangs of disgust and guilt through Jules, but he couldn’t remain focused on his negative emotions. His brain fog was now thick, making his body heavy. He was getting so accustomed to the pleasure of Nikolai’s touch, he found himself silently protesting when Nikolai removed his fingers, returning to gently massaging at Jules’ sweet spot. The man was clearly relishing in the mess he’d made out of Jules. Once screaming and crying, the nurse was a limp puddle of soft whines and moans.

Nikolai let go of Jules’ neck, his hand slowly sliding up the side of his face, cupping his cheek sensitively. With his free hand, he ceased his contact, pulling his still muddy sweats over his hips. This exposed his swollen tipped erection. Jules refused to look, another sharp stab of guilt piercing through the ecstasy.

While Nikolai pressed the tip of his member between Jules’ hips. He firmly locked his saliva slick lips with the boy below him, inhaling sharp breaths between each kiss.

“So well behaved for me. Here’s your reward for being so good.” Nikolai spoke breathlessly, and pushed his hips forward, holding his erection as he forced the tip of his head inside of the smaller male under him. Jules couldn’t hold in the cry of pain, his hands reaching up, grasping desperately at Nikolai’s shoulders and back. His nails weren’t very long, but he could feel his grip sink into the man’s back.

If Jules thought he felt pressure before, he was very wrong. His back arched upwards as Nikolai filled Jules in away his fingers hadn’t even come close to.

“Ahh~ oh god… it… ah-”

Nikolai pulled Jules closer by his hips, ensuring he felt every inch before rocking his hips back rhythmically. He held onto Jules’ leg with one hand, the other pressing down on his lower abdomen, increasing the already overwhelming pressure.

Every thrust sent a tidal wave of firing nerves across Jules’ already overstimulated body. His body becoming sticky from sweat under the hoodie that Nikolai had so graciously left on. Jules could feel him slowly sliding in and out, no part of him being spared. Every thrust in wards wracked his body with sharp jabs of pleasure, while every pull back made him beg for more. A few times, Nikolai didn’t move too much, rolling his pelvis. Each time he did so, Jules would squirm, unable to contain himself. So many feelings were coursing through his body, he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Mmmhmmm… You love that don’t you? Tell me how badly you want me.” Nikolai coaxed, jerking his hips violently. Jules whimpered with a gasp before quickly spluttering out his words.

“P…Please… I want… Nikolai I-”

“Who do you belong to, Vinan?” he hissed, leaning down, his chest pressed up against Jules’. His lips hovered above the other’s, waiting to hear Jules’ answer. Jules pathetically tried to strain his neck up, trying to connect their lips, longing for a distraction from the growing tightness in his lower gut. Nikolai mercilessly denied him, smiling maliciously at him. Barely able to keep his eyes open, let alone look straight, Jules pulled down on his neck, trying to bring his face closer, but was continuously rejected.

“Say it… Who do you belong to?” he asked again, forcing himself as deep as he could go. Jules whined, conceding to Nikolai’s demands.

“You… I belong… to you… Please… it hurts-”

Nikolai rewarded his precious toy with a deep but sweet kiss, resuming his regular rhythmic thrusts, causing the whole bed frame to creak under their weight.

“Good… so good. You’re such a good little mouse. Fuck… You better not forget.”

Nikolai’s words fell on deaf ears as a loud ringing filled Jules’ ears. All the pressure in his gut released, along with a whole new tsunami of emotions and sensations. He could feel the strength draining from his body, and was very quickly becoming sensitive. Luckily for Jules, Nikolai was not far behind. Initially he didn’t feel Nikolai release inside him, but his heavy frame began to shake as he sent a few more poorly directed thrusts into Jules. His rising and falling chest constricting his own breathing as Nikolai exhaled against his neck.

Almost immediately, Nikolai rolled off Jules, falling down on the mattress next to him. Jules couldn’t move. He felt stiff, not to mention he could now feel Nikolai’s fluids slowly seeping out of him now that there was nothing holding everything in.

Nikolai rolled over to face Jules, wrapping a tired but still surprisingly string arm around his waist, dragging him closer. Jules was still trying to regain a steady state of mind as his orgasm induced brain fog settled. Soon he regain proper sensation to all his limbs, becoming very aware of Nikolai’s slowed breathing. Listening as the predator fell asleep. Jules couldn’t sleep. His mind was slowly flooding with the after effects of what had just happened. The guilt that he hadn’t fought harder. The disgust that he’d… enjoyed it so much. And the sickening anxiety that told him this wouldn’t be the last time his body would defy his morals.

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Prize Jules - One

As the clock struck 11:30, Jules, a young nurse, trudged wearily through the quiet, wet streets of Toronto. Echoing through the empty cityscape, the sound of his footsteps mingled with the pitter-patter of raindrops. The smell of the wet pavement below him lingered in his mind. Déjà vu was powerful.

Toronto was quiet that night. Maybe it was because of the rain, or maybe Toronto was asleep. The lights of tall buildings reflected off puddles in the road and silent parked cars lined the alleyways. A few businesses had lights on, but their open storefronts were dark. Every once in a while, Jules would see another person, but they were few and far between.

Dressed in his scrubs and a light brown jacket, Jules sought solace in his headphones, the music offering a temporary escape from a demanding day at the hospital. Whiskey Lullaby pulled on all the right strings for Jules, stirring emotions as he walked. He tried to match his pace to the song. He almost felt like he was in a movie, and this was the song in this scene of his life.

As the songs dragged on and nearly fifteen minutes passed, Jules began to feel an unnerving sense that he wasn't alone in the darkness. He had veered off the main street, following a back road to get him home faster. However, since leaving the main road, he’d been followed by an unshakable feeling that he was being watched from afar. He removed his headphones and stopped walking. A strange tingling sensation began to overwhelm his body, and he tried to look around him.

His eyes darted nervously from shadow to shadow, his heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. The dimly lit alleys and deserted sidewalks seemed to play tricks on his imagination, casting eerie silhouettes that danced in the periphery of his vision. Though his rational mind dismissed the notion, an inexplicable chill crept down Jules's spine, reminding him that even in the quiet darkness, he was not alone.

The farther Jules walked from the main road, the more his fear swelled like a dark cloud above him. The rhythmic thump of his footsteps grew louder in his ears. It urged him to speed up and escape the invisible grip that seemed to be tightening around him. From time to time, he took out his earphones and carefully strained his ears to decipher any sounds or footprints other than his own.

Despite his many failed attempts to dismiss his fears as mere paranoia, his instincts screamed otherwise. The once familiar streets were now a maze of lurking shadows and hidden threats. Every flickering streetlight and distant rustling of leaves heightened his unease, adding to the weight of an unseen presence on his shoulders. He wasn't quite sure, but he thought he saw a large shadow swooping through the sky above him. It dodged elegantly between the tall buildings, avoiding the glare of the streetlights. It would always appear out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't get a direct look.

Jules glanced over his shoulder from time to time, searching for confirmation of his suspicions. The empty streets offered no comfort, only an eerie silence echoing his growing concern. Sweat trickled down his forehead, mixing with the cool raindrops. He wondered if he was truly alone in the loneliness of the night, or if his senses were deceiving him.

Eventually, the feeling became too much for Jules, and he lost his grip on his emotions. He stopped walking once more and turned around quickly, expecting to see someone or something following him. Or to at least see someone ducking into the shadows. But he saw nothing. There was nothing but puddles and empty dust bins.

Jules grimaced in frustration, his hands clenching into tight fists. He could feel the fear turn from bubbling discomfort to flaming anger as he opened his mouth.

"Whoever you are, I know you're there! Either show your fucking face or get the fuck out of here!" he barked, his words like the breath of a dragon as he waited to hear or see something in response. For a moment, the silence only made him angrier. He almost couldn’t hear the shuffling in front of him over the blood pumping in his ears.

           Jules stood frozen, listening to the shuffling sound. It sounded like feet, carefully walking across the low hanging roofs of the homes around him.

           Suddenly there was a rush of wind and Jules felt his feet leave the ground. A large mass of gray and black surrounded him as he was grabbed by a pair of strong but very human arms. Jules could feel the air whipping against his face as he was catapulted into the sky, holding on to whoever or... whatever it was that seemed to have taken him.

           "Oh God... I'm being abducted by aliens..." Jules thought to himself, his fear from earlier returning. He felt a weight sink into his stomach. He'd never really believed in aliens, but he'd heard the heroin addict at the Esso station rant about them every Monday morning. As he continued to float through the air, he began to cry, wondering why he'd never listened to the heroin addict.

           Shortly after Jules began to cry, he felt himself descending rapidly back to Earth. He only began to cry harder, holding on to the alien even tighter, afraid of crashing and dying. He was too young to die. He didn't even know how to drive!

           Despite landing safely in a damp cornfield, the poor, young, frightened nurse remained caught in a torrent of tears, his cries echoing through the night. As he stood on the wet ground, his work shoes sank slightly into the muddy soil. The alien's grip on Jules finally loosened, and without a moment's hesitation, he bolted away, refusing to cast a glance at his assailant. The pursuit of extraterrestrial knowledge paled in comparison to the value of his own life.

Braving the rustling corn stalks, he disregarded the noise he made, consumed only by the urgency of locating a road. His sole focus was to flag down a passing car and escape the scene. He thought of what to do after that, and then the realization of his current situation hit him like a truck.

           Jules slowed his pace from a sprint to a thoughtful jog. Should he go home? Going to the police seemed implausible; what could he tell them? That he had been transported across the Greater Toronto Area by an alien and safely landed in a random cornfield? Even Jules, who had just experienced the extraordinary event, found the idea completely insane.

Coming to a halt amidst the cornfield, Jules honed his senses, attuned to both sound and sight. The moon fought to break free from the veil of wispy clouds and the encroaching fog that draped the field. With deliberate steps, he threaded his way through the corn, mindful of his own presence, keen on minimizing any noise. His eyes scanned the skies, searching for any sign of pursuit from the enigmatic alien.

           Shortly thereafter, an unexpected gust of wind caused the whole cornfield to shudder. Jules quickly dropped to the ground and crouched down to avoid the moonlight. He saw the shadow of massive wings circling above him like a monstrous vulture. Jules whimpered, covered his mouth and choked on his breath. The fearful tears started to swell once more, but he wasn’t given the chance to cry again.

           Another gust of wind knocked Jules onto his backside. He fell onto his side, holding his knees to his chest with one trembling arm. The other arm covered his head. The sound of enormous feathered wings surrounded Jules, and he screamed, begging for his life.

           "Please! Please! I don't want to die! Somebody help me, please! Somebody help me! Please!"

The rhythmic flutter of wings gradually faded as the being touched down, facing Jules. He remained huddled on the ground, sniveling and pleading, his entire body trembling with sheer terror. Echoing from behind him, a chilling laugh resonated through the air—a sound that dripped with twisted amusement.

“Öskrarðu alltaf svona mikið?”

The creature's voice pierced the air and instantly sent a jolt of tension through Jules' entire body, triggering his primal fight-or-flight instincts. A surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins, propelling him into swift action. He threw himself from his position with all his might, rolling across the dirt in a desperate attempt to regain his footing. But his efforts were thwarted as a hand gripped his pant leg with an almost superhuman strength, pulling Jules backwards effortlessly. As he struggled against the relentless force, mud smeared across his hospital scrubs, his hands clawing at the ground in a desperate attempt to find leverage.

"Let me go! LET ME GO! LET GO!" Jules screamed, kicking his leg violently in defiance. The haunting laughter echoed once more from behind him, accompanied by a series of incomprehensible words the alien spoke in its peculiar language. It wasn't until the alien spoke again, a second time, that something clicked in Jules' mind - a realization sparked within him. The language.

Ceasing his frantic clawing at the mud, Jules twisted his body a full one hundred and eighty degrees. The dim moon provided scant illumination, revealing the figure before him - a young man with imposing wings sprouting from his lower back. The man possessed a round countenance, his dark eyes fixed on Jules with a raptor's intensity. Dressed in what appeared to be hospital-issued sweatpants, his bare chest was exposed, and his arms bore a mixture of mud and scratches.

Releasing Jules' pant leg, the creature stepped back, completely bathed in the ethereal glow of the moonlight that illuminated its face. At that moment, Jules realized why the language was so familiar - it was the same patient from the hospital, the obstinate one who remained nonverbal in English. An uneasy feeling crept over Jules as he gazed up at the entity, disconcerted by the predatory intensity with which it stared down at him, as if he were nothing more than helpless prey caught in its clutches.

"You! What... WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" Jules shouted, his fear giving way to a bewildered mixture of disbelief and anger. This was his patient - how on earth did he end up in this remote place? And even more amazing, did he have... wings? Jules rubbed his eyes, momentarily questioning his own perception, blinking repeatedly as he tried to make sense of the surreal scene unfolding before him.

“Wh… what are you doing here… Nikolai-?” Jules asked, his voice quivering. Nikolai looked down at him, slowly bending his knees until he was down on the nurses’ level, gazing at him intently.

“You left the white room. I cannot have that.”

Jules nearly choked, feeling as if he could faint on the spot. He looked at Nikolai, awestruck. The confusion clouding his regular sense of judgment. His mouth open and closed, as Jules tried to find his words.

“Stealing your breath. I tend to have that effect on humans.” He chuckled, dragging his index finger under Jules’ chin, tilting his head upward. Jules’ breath got caught in his throat and he shook his head, backing up in the dirt a little.

“Stop that-! You can… speak English? Why did you give me such a hard time at the hospital!” Jules managed to blurt out, throwing an angry look at Nikolai who seemed very amused.

“That’s not important.” Nikolai stood back up, stretching out his arms. The two gigantic feathered wings he supported on his back stretched with him, shuddering as he relaxed. Jules had managed to catch his breath, slowly getting to his feet, legs shaking. He looked Nikolai over once more, still finding his mystical appearance to be completely shocking.

“You need to go back. I have to take you back…” Jules spoke up, finally managing to come to some sort of sanity. He knew that’s what needed to be done. He needed to bring Nikolai back to the hospital. Maybe then they would know what to do. His superiors would know who to call about…

Jules looked at Nikolai’s extra appendages, his long-lasting gaze accompanied by the prolonged silence attracting Nikolai’s attention.

“You won’t take me back.” Nikolai laughed, stepping forwards. He closed a significant amount of distance with one step, and Jules nearly tripped in mud as he tried to back up. His back came up against a corn stock, and he stepped around it, hoping the vegetation would keep the man at bay.

“I have to, Nikolai. It’s my job… Please… just stay back, okay?” Jules pleaded, but Nikolai continued to advance on him, pushing aside the stocks of corn as he continued to close the distance between them. The moon was slowly disappearing now as the rain began to fall in fatter drops.

“You won’t take me back. I won’t let you. I went through all this, just to get to you! Aren’t you grateful? That someone like me would do ALL THIS for a measly little mouse like you?” he spat, raising his voice. The more Jules backed away, the angrier he seemed to grow. Jules was beginning to grow scared again. He slowed his pace, not stopping, but making his escape less evident.

“Listen… Nikolai, you’re my patient. I’m very grateful you care… so much about me but this is going too far.”

“You’re not listening.” Nikolai growled, raking his fingers through his dark hair. An expression for boiling frustration was evident all over his face. His body language heavily indicated that he was agitated. He was very close to Jules now, which brought back an anxious tremor to Jules’ step.

“I’m trying, but this doesn’t make any sense to me. I’m scared! I… just wanted to go home.”

There was a pause before Nikolai smiled waving his hand around nonchalantly, a manipulative glint in his eyes. He crossed his arms, looking at Jules from the side of his eye.

“I could take you home. But if I take you home, you can’t take me back to that white room.”

“We’re not making deals here, Nikolai. Before I go home, we need to get back to the ho-”

Jules' sentence was abruptly interrupted as Nikolai lunged forward, catching him off guard and leaving the nurse in a vulnerable position. The suddenness of the attack left the nurse unable to react in time. As a result, Jules lay helpless on the muddy ground while Nikolai pinned him down in the vast cornfield. As they struggled in the desolate crop field, Nikolai quickly put his hand over Jules' mouth, his expression calm but unsettling. Jules couldn't shake the uncomfortable vibe brought on by the sick smile on Nikolai's face.

“No, no, no. You don’t make the rules anymore, Mouse. You listen to me now. You might even like it.” Nikolai spoke softly, his voice sweet, but each word laced with venom as they rolled off his tongue. The false kindness in his smile was more like a malicious sneer.

Jules grunted in disgust. He struggled against Nikolai again, using his arms and legs to try to wriggle out of his grip. His hope was that the mud would make him a bit more slippery, but his attempts seemed to be in vain. In fact, the more Jules struggled, throwing mud in the air, the more excited Nikolai seemed to become.

“That’s right. Fight me. That’s what I want,” Nikolai pressed his face against the inside of Jules' neck, holding his arms down in the mud. Jules' heart was racing. He could feel Nikolai's hot breath against his skin. His fingers were around his wrists and the weight of his body was on his stomach. Jules was completely immobilized. Trapped.

“FINE! I WON’T TAKE YOU BACK!” Jules let out a desperate cry, his voice on the verge of a scream, as he attempted to meld himself with the ground, longing for even the slightest bit of separation between them. But in that desolate cornfield, there was no reprieve, no sense of distance. There existed only Nikolai, unyielding in his proximity, and Jules, consumed by fear, with the rain relentlessly cascading down upon them.

Nikolai's grin pressed against Jules' skin, a chilling sensation that sent shivers down his spine. He exhaled softly, as if deriving perverse pleasure from the moment, and slowly raised his head. His eyes, filled with an ominous darkness, fixated on Jules with a twisted affection that bordered on the macabre.

“That’s a good mouse. Wasn’t that easy?”

“Get off! I said I’d do it! Let me go! Get off you fucking pervert!” Jules cried out again, trying to push the beast he once knew as his patient away from him. Nikolai planted his knees on either side of Jules' hips, holding on even tighter to his hands. His taut fingers bound like handcuffs around the nurses' wrists, pinned to the floor on either side of his head. Jules was now getting angry with Nikolai. He threw all his strength into kicking his legs, and throwing his shoulders around trying to buck him off like a Stallion and it’s rider.

"Oooh! You are quite a dangerous one," Nikolai taunted, his voice filled with twisted amusement, the eerie echo of his words echoing through the night. He chuckled with glee, throwing his whole weight down as if it was a challenge. Predator against prey.

Instead of instilling fear, his comment only fueled Jules' determination to resist, pushing him to fight even harder. Jules' cries for help pierced the air, his voice cracking and desperate as he strained his vocal cords to scream with increasing intensity. His throat throbbed with pain as he screamed relentlessly, his head thrashing back and forth in a desperate plea for help. Nikolai laughed along, taunting him relentlessly. Nikolai spoke in tongues, cheering and hollering in delight as Jules fought for his life.

It was several long, exhausting minutes later, but Jules finally conceded, his voice falling to a whimper and his limbs aching. Lactic acid building up in his arms and legs. His hands were going numb from the tightness of Nikolai’s grip. His hips hurt from trying to throw the man off him. Jules was soaked in mud at this point. Tears and rain running down his face. He was cold and hot at the same time. He looked up at the sky, fat drops falling in his eyes, clouding his vision. He welcomed it. He hoped the rain would drown him.

“Got it all out of your system, Vinan?” Nikolai spoke softly, but didn’t let him go. Even if he did, Jules couldn’t move. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Just… let me… go… Please… pl… please.” Jules pleaded, his voice hoarse and weak.

Nikolai remained silent for a moment, his grip loosening slightly. He studied Jules with a mixture of curiosity and resembling something between disgust and pity. The rain continued to fall, obscuring the tears streaming down Jules' face.

"Let you go?" Nikolai repeated, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement, but he was no longer smiling. His round face was dark and intimidating, "I’ll let you go, when you decide to co-operate. I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you persist.”

Nikolai squeezed Jules’ already bruising wrists, making him wince even more. He cried loudly, twisting in agony before the man stopped, giving slack to his grip. Jules felt a pang of despair. He had hoped for a momentary reprieve, a chance to escape this nightmare. But Nikolai's words extinguished that glimmer of hope. The weight of his exhaustion settled on him like an unbearable burden.

"Please," Jules managed to choke out, his voice barely audible. "I can't... I can't take it anymore. I’ll do what… whatever you want. I want to… live.”

As if a switch had gone off, Nikolai smiled once more, slowly letting go of Jules’ arms. The poor nurse didn’t move. His whole body felt like lead. Jules closed his eyes, continuing to inhale and exhale hard and fast. It was hard for him to do much more than that.

As Nikolai got off him, Jules tried to raise his head, blinking the water from his eyes. He couldn’t believe this. He was sure this all had to be some kind of horrific nightmare. None of this could be real. His brain had such a hard time processing what was happening. But he knew deep in his stomach that this was very much reality. And there was no escape from the deal he’d just made with the Devil.

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Pink Rain Clouds - Serenity

As the warm sun beat down on the sparkling white sand, the sound of waves crashed against the shore, filling the air with their rhythmic melody. To one side of the beach, a massive cliff towered, its rocky surface carved into a stunning statue of a multi-armed woman.

The sheer size of the statue was awe-inspiring, and it seemed to gaze out over the beach with a watchful eye. The statue had been built long ago, and its presence added a sense of majesty to the coastal landscape. Nestled into the lower half of the cliff was a white-panelled beach house, carefully designed to blend in seamlessly with the surrounding natural beauty.

The beach house, with its clean lines and pristine appearance, complemented the sandy shore and the turquoise waters beyond. It offered a tranquil retreat for those seeking solace and relaxation. The large windows provided panoramic views of the beach, allowing residents and visitors to admire the picturesque scenery from the comfort of the indoors.

           The combination of the towering cliff, the white sand beach, and the impressive statue made for a truly breathtaking view. A young man walked slowly up the beach, his feet sinking into the soft sand with each step. He had a delicate, almost feminine face, with high cheekbones and full lips. His dark eyes reflected the glistening water as he trudged up the beach. He had unruly ginger hair that stuck up at every angle.

The young man's gaze was drawn towards the magnificent statue as he approached. Its intricate details and imposing presence fascinated him, prompting him to pause and admire its craftsmanship. The cool ocean breeze tousled his unruly ginger hair, adding to his disheveled appearance.

As his curiosity piqued, the young man decided to venture closer to the statue. As he neared, he noticed the smooth texture of the statue's stone surface, weathered by the passage of time. Its multiple arms, gracefully sculpted, seemed to convey a sense of power and tranquility. Her face was cemented in a stoic expression, a mask covering the upper half of her face. The young man couldn't help but feel a connection to the enigmatic figure, as if it held secrets waiting to be unveiled.

Leaving the statue behind, the young man continued his leisurely stroll along the white sand beach. The sun cast a warm glow on the glistening water, creating a shimmering pathway that stretched out before him. With each step, his feet sank deeper into the soft sand, leaving imprints that would soon be washed away by the incoming tide.

           As the young man approached the white-panelled beach house, its inviting presence offered a respite from the expansive beach. The soft glow emanating from within cast a warm light on the surrounding area, contrasting with the darkening sky above.

The rhythmic crashing of waves against the shore continued to echo in the young man's ears, a constant reminder of the vastness and power of the sea. The salty sea air embraced him, carrying with it a hint of adventure and mystery. Yet, despite the captivating beauty of his surroundings, his mind seemed preoccupied, his thoughts occupying a world of their own.

As the young man's steps quickened, his mind raced with thoughts of his friend Steven. He knew he was already running late, and the sense of urgency grew stronger with each passing moment. Steven had been excited to share a TV show on a VHS tape, and the young man didn't want to keep him waiting any longer.

Frustration welled up within him as he recalled his bicycle's deflated tires. The inconvenience of having to walk to the beach intensified his desire to arrive promptly. He regretted not having the time to refill the air in the tires, knowing it would have saved him precious minutes.

As he continued on his way, the young man mentally calculated the remaining distance to the beach house. His determination to make up for lost time fueled his pace, his strides becoming purposeful and swift. He couldn't help but wonder if Steven would still be waiting, or if his friend's patience had worn thin.

The young man's thoughts oscillated between guilt for being late and excitement for the evening ahead. He valued his friendship with Steven, and the anticipation of spending quality time together tugged at his heart. The TV show, tucked away in Steven's VHS collection, held the promise of laughter and shared memories.

The young man's racing heart began to steady as he approached the porch steps. The sight of the illuminated beach house filled him with relief and renewed hope. The warm glow of lights seeping through the windows brought a sense of comfort and reassurance. It was a sign that Steven was still awake, patiently waiting for him despite his lateness. He carefully padded his way up the steps, and he stood outside the threshold.

As the young man's hand hovered above the door, his anticipation mingled with a hint of nervousness. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat resonating like a ceremonial drum. With a deep breath, he steadied himself, knowing that the evening spent with Steven held the potential for something more.

His thoughts momentarily drifted to the possibility of sitting next to each other, their bodies close enough to share an intimate connection. The mere idea made his stomach flutter with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. He entertained the notion of reaching out, just enough to brush against Steven's hand, as if testing the waters of their connection.

Summoning his courage, he finally knocked on the door, ridding his mind of any lingering unspoken desires. The sound reverberated through the evening air, echoing his eagerness and the unspoken hope he held for the night ahead.

Within moments, the door swung open, and Steven greeted him with an infectious grin spread across his face. The sight of his friend's warm expression melted away any remaining nerves, replacing them with a sense of joy and familiarity. The young man's heart leaped with delight, appreciating the welcoming gesture that Steven bestowed upon him.

"Paryss! You made it." Steven smiled widely, opening the door inward and stepping aside for his friend to enter. Paryss tried to keep the hesitation out of his body language. He stepped inside and Steven closed the door behind him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I'm late. My bike had a flat so I had to walk."

"Hey, no worries, Paryss," Steven replied with an understanding smile, his warmth easing the lingering tension within Paryss. "Glad you made it. Flat tires can be a pain, huh?"

Paryss nodded, grateful for Steven's understanding. He glanced around the interior of Steven's home, taking in the modest yet inviting atmosphere. The high-rise loft above the sitting room and kitchen caught his attention, lending a sense of uniqueness to the space.

There were two boxes of pizza on the kitchen counter, accompanied by a 2-litre bottle of Coca Cola… Paryss's stomach rumbled in response; his appetite piqued by the delicious combination.

"I ordered your favorite," Steven said, gesturing toward the kitchen counter where two boxes of pizza sat, and his tone almost seemed embarrassed, but his intoxicating smile never faltered. "And I know how much you love a good Coke."

           "That smells amazing," he said, feeling his mouth water as he eyes the pizza voraciously. He's been so excited to come over to Steven's that he'd completely neglected dinner. Steven chuckled, popping open the lid of one of the boxes. Tomato sauce, cheese and a handful of toppings were all present in the pungent steam that wafted up out of the box.

"I hope you like it. I had to ask Sadie what kind of toppings you liked. I wanted it to be a surprise."

Paryss's eyes widened with surprise and a touch of embarrassment as he listened to Steven's words. He hadn't expected Steven to go to such lengths to ensure the pizza would cater to his preferences. The fact that Steven had consulted Sadie just to make sure he knew what to order, made Paryss's heart flutter with appreciation.

"Oh, wow," Paryss stammered, his voice tinged with gratitude. "You really didn't have to do that. But thank you. It means a lot."

Steven's smile widened, the genuine warmth in his eyes unmistakable. "Of course, Paryss. It's the little things that matter, right? I wanted to make sure you actually wanted to stick around, yanno?”

"I just... Thanks, Steven. You really didn't have to." Rane spoke, avoiding Steven's eyes. However, this did not sit well with him, and with his hand, Steven ever so timidly, turned Rane's face away from the floor. For a moment, Rane just blinked before he broke in to a nervous laugh. Steven looked surprised, retracting his hand, but didn't retreat.

"Oh my god... I'm sorry- I... I must look so foolish. I'm sorry Steven. This is all so... I..."

“No… You’re actually really adorable when you’re all hot and bothered like this.” Steven couldn’t help but laugh, which in returned, caused Paryss to give a small giggle, realizing he probably looked silly. Freaking out over nothing.

Paryss blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief wash over him. Steven's laughter eased the tension in the room, and he found himself starting to relax. It was a strange feeling, considering the whirlwind of emotions he had been experiencing just moments ago.

"Adorable, huh?" Paryss managed to say, a small smile forming on his lips. "Well, I guess I can live with that. As long as it's not 'ridiculous' or 'pathetic,' I'll take 'adorable' any day."

Steven's laughter filled the room, a warm and genuine sound that eased the tension between them. Paryss couldn't help but be captivated by it, his own laughter joining in. The moment felt surprisingly intimate, as if they were sharing a secret joke that only they understood.

Soon, the two of them got settled into their pizza and the mountain of pre-recorded VHS tapes that Steven had retrieved from a box under his bed. The room was mostly vacant aside from a TV, game console, a poster for a show called Crying Breakfast Friends (Which unfortunately was not Paryss’s taste in TV, but liked Steven enough to sit through it and watch), and a large bed. Steven had been away so long; he hadn't even settled back in long enough to redecorate his room.

The tv series played as they devoured their pizza in contempt. The two boys sat fairly close to one another, but gave each other enough space to eat. Steven had miraculously managed to get all of Paryss's favorite toppings right. Pepperoni, mushroom, onions and tomatoes. It warmed Paryss's heart to think that Steven went out of his way to make sure Paryss enjoyed himself. All the way down to the pizza toppings.

The sky outside was now dark, the digital alarm clock on the nightstand blinked 9:45pm. The one dim lamp in Steven’s nearly vacant room cast a warm glow over them. The pizza, or at least what was left of it, was cast aside on the nightstand next to the clock. Paryss had eaten his fair share, and was already feeling tired after his long walk from across town to the beach. Both Steven and Paryss were lying on their stomachs, facing the TV. Paryss was resting his head on his folded arms in front of him. The flickering of the Tv was slowly lulling him to sleep, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier as the minutes ticked by.

As Paryss fought against the drowsiness creeping over them, they tried to keep their eyes fixed on the screen. The movie had reached a pivotal moment, and Paryss didn't want to miss a single detail. However, the comfort of the bed, the warmth of the room, and the soothing glow of the television were proving to be irresistible.

Glancing over at Steven, Paryss noticed that he had already succumbed to the night, his face relaxed as he slumbered silently next to Paryss.  Paryss couldn't help but smile at the sight, realizing that Steven had likely been just as exhausted, perhaps from running around all day trying to get the evening set up.

Fighting the exhaustion, Paryss pushed himself up off his chest, and sat on the bed. He stretched his arms out, cracking his neck before he gazed around at the dim bedroom. He slowly and silently slipped off the bed and gently padded over to the TV set, flicking off the monitor and the VHS player. The room fell eerily silent, the only noise being Steven’s peaceful, even breathing.

As the room fell into silence, Paryss took a moment to appreciate the tranquility around them. The absence of the TV's flickering light and the hum of the VHS player added an extra layer of stillness to the atmosphere. Paryss turned their attention to Steven, who lay peacefully on the bed, undisturbed by the sudden darkness.

Careful not to disturb their friend, Paryss tiptoed over to the nightstand, where the remnants of the pizza lay abandoned. Paryss swiftly cleared away the empty boxes, tidying up the small area. The room looked neater now, and Paryss couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

With a soft sigh, Paryss returned to the bed, sitting down beside Steven. Paryss watched their friend's serene expression. He gazed fondly at Steven, reaching his hand over. He tenderly skimmed the tips of his fingers through Steven’s hair, admiring him wordlessly. Steven made no indication of consciousness, and it only emboldened Paryss in his silent serenity. His hand dropped and he sweetly traced his index finger down Steven’s cheek, just barely touching him.

Even after this, Steven remained asleep, and Paryss slowly sank down to lie next to him. He kept his arms close to his chest, lying on his side to him. Paryss exhaled cautiously, not wanting to disturb him. Eventually, he could feel sleep starting to wrap it’s dark cloak around him, and he let his eyes close. The last thing he saw before he drifted off was Steven’s peaceful expression.

#Steven Universe #Au #Steven Universe Au #my oc

[thebonez0ne]

Pink Rain Clouds - Beach Buddies

The small, minimalistic home was quiet and still in the early afternoon. The sun filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow on the sparse furnishings. A vase of fresh wildflowers sat on the small dining table, adding a touch of color to the otherwise neutral palette of the room. The air was filled with the faint aroma of brewing coffee and the distant sound of birds chirping outside. In this peaceful moment, it was easy to forget the chaos and noise of the outside world.

However, the screenshotted phone number in Paryss’s phone seemed to weight him down as he folded his laundry. The air dried clothes were wrinkled but it was a tedious, quiet activity. Paryss often relished in his alone time, but the thought of Steven’s phone number was nagging on his mind. He had promised Sadie he would call Steven and try to talk to him.

It had been several days since Beachapalooza, and Paryss had made no effort to leave his home, often ordering in pizza just to avoid having to explain to Sadie that he hadn’t followed through on his word.

Paryss sighed as he neatly folded his shirts and placed them in the drawer. He couldn't shake the feeling of guilt that lingered within him. He knew he needed to make the call, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of calling Steven and potentially making a fool of himself weight heavy on his conscious.

As he reached for another article of clothing, his phone buzzed on the nearby dresser. It buzzed a second time, and he moved across the room to grab it from the charging stand. His stomach twisted when he saw it was from Sadie, questioning if he’d managed to talk to Steven yet.

Another buzz and Paryss placed the phone screen down, sitting down on the soft chair in his living room. The pile of clothes he had been working through now looked like a mountain. He hung his head in his hands, elbows propped on his knees. Paryss covered his eyes, his mind continuing to race.

He gazed at his silent phone from the corner of his eye, wondering if embarrassing himself was worth going on a date… he was sure. After all, he’d never really dated. Paryss was pretty introverted and having to spend time around anyone for too long often drained all his energy.

With a heavy sigh, he grabbed his phone, holding it tightly in both hands. He stared at the black screen, the glass reflecting his worried face back at him.

Pushing the power button, Paryss unlocked his phone and as if on auto pilot, scrolled through his photos until he found the picture of the paper plate scrap with Steven’s number written in blue ink. He memorized it fast, and input it into a contact labeled ‘S. Universe”.

‘That was the easy part’ he thought, looking at the contact. The longer he stalled, the more he wanted to do it. His thumb quivered over the call button, not quite touching it.

‘What if he forgot about me already?’  his mind screamed at him, the words echoing inside his brain, bouncing off the inside of his skull.

Amidst his inner argument, Paryss accidently dropped his thumb, hitting the call button. He panicked, staring at the dial up screen as it found a signal. The connecting dial tone was replaced by a rhythmic ringing. One… two… three rings. Paryss almost prayed that Steven wouldn’t pick up at all.

Suddenly the line picked up, and Paryss felt himself freeze in place as he heard Steven’s voice come through the line with a sweet ‘Hello, Steven Universe-”

Paryss’s jaw was agape, his brain trying to come up with a reply. ‘Why was this so hard?’ he barked at himself, only to clear his throat and force out a squeaky,

“H… Hi Steven. It’s uhm… Paryss.”

Steven's warm laugh echoed through the phone, causing Paryss to feel a bit more at ease as he replied,

"Hey, Paryss. It's good to hear from you," he said, his voice reassuring. "What's up? You took off pretty fast the other night… I thought I said something wrong.”

Steven’s statement was followed by a laugh, but it seemed half hearted and nervous. Even Paryss could hear it through his cheerful demeanor. Paryss took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.

"Oh, no, it wasn't anything you said," Paryss replied, his voice sounding a bit steadier now, "I just… I needed to leave for a bit. It was nothing personal, really."

Paryss could practically feel the curiosity radiating through the phone without Steven saying a word. He just wasn’t sure how much he should reveal this early.

Steven's silence was palpable, but Paryss could sense that he was trying to be understanding. "I see," Steven said finally, his voice gentle. "Well, I'm just glad you're okay. I was a bit worried, to be honest."

Paryss felt a weight lift off his chest. Why did Steven care? That didn’t matter… he did… that’s what mattered. This burst of relief came with a wave of confidence and Paryss tapped his fingers on his thigh as he brought up the question he’d called to deliver.

“I was wondering…” the question lingered on his tongue but he felt like he couldn’t say it. The anxiety quickly crushing his confidence. He could feel the palms of his hands become sweaty. Paryss’s self-deprecating thoughts squashed the question out of his mind and he began to incoherently mumble, trying to find his words,

“I… uhm… sorry…”

“Sure. The big donut. My treat.” Steven finished Paryss’s question with an assertive answer. Paryss could hear the slight amusement in his tone, but didn’t even care. He could feel his face glow red with a burst of color, relieved he didn’t have to say it.

“Steven-” he began but was promptly interrupted.

“Look, don’t worry. Sadie told me you were a little bashful. Just bring yourself and a smile to the Big Donut around 3pm.”

               Paryss approached the Big Donut, a popular shop known for its delicious pastries and coffee. He had been looking forward to his date with Steven all afternoon, but as he stood in front of the shop, he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. He hesitated to enter, unsure of what the evening had in store for him. Paryss took a deep breath and tried to steady his nerves, but his hesitation persisted. He stared up at the oversized donut that was perched on top of the building, half wishing it would fall on him so he wouldn’t get the chance to embarrass himself in front of Steven.

            Paryss’s attention was drawn away from the Big Donut by a heavy gust of wind and the ear rumbling sound of a lion’s roar. Paryss braced himself for whatever was the source of the sound, however he only came face to face with Steven; who was propped upon a massive lion that was a most peculiar color. A warm pink.  Paryss stared, eyes like saucers. His legs were solid like lead and his feet barred to the ground. The only thing he could manage to say in his shocked state was,

            “Wow…”

As Paryss stood there in awe, Steven chuckled and patted the lion on its back.

"Hey there, Paryss. Don't worry, he won't hurt you," Steven reassured Paryss. Paryss couldn't believe what he was seeing. He had never seen anything like it before. The lion, with its warm pink fur, was a sight to behold. He seemed to gentle yet majestic and stoic.

Steven slid off the lion's back and walked over to Paryss, his smile beaming,

"I thought I'd surprise you," Steven said, still chuckling. After the initial shock, Paryss was finally able to take his eyes off the pink beast, only to have his face transcend to the same shade of rosy pink when he gazed at Steven. Steven’s own cheeks tinged red but not as dramatic as Paryss.

“You alright?” Steven laughed, obviously teasing Paryss for his inability to control his flushing cheeks. This didn’t exactly help, as his face reddened when he was aware of his predicament.

Paryss chuckled nervously, feeling embarrassed by his blushing face. "Yeah, I'm alright," he replied, trying to compose himself. Steven's teasing only made him feel more self-conscious, but he didn't want to ruin the night with his own insecurities, "I just didn't expect...a whole lion," Paryss gestured to the lion, still in awe. The animal nuzzled against Steven after being addressed. Steven grinned, his eyes lighting up with amusement.

"I knew it would be a great way kick things off… Sadie said it might be ‘too much’." Steven said, running his fingers through the Lions mane.

“Oh no, no… He’s wonderful. I’ve just never seen a lion outside like… a Zoo.” Paryss blubbered, trying to keep his eyes on the lion and away from Steven. He didn’t need to glow any redder.

Steven chuckled and gave Paryss a reassuring gaze.

"Don't worry, he's a friendly lion. And he loves attention," Steven said, as the lion nuzzled his head against Steven's hand. Paryss couldn't help but smile at the sight of the lion being so affectionate towards Steven.

"What's his name?" Paryss asked, finally taking his eyes off the lion to look at Steven. Thankfully, for this split moment, Steven was looking at his pet Lion, giving Paryss the excuse to admire him indirectly.

“Lion.” Steven smiled simply. Paryss couldn’t hold back the laugh after Steven’s short reply. Of all the things Steven could name his Lion, of course he calls it… Lion.

“Lion, huh? I guess that's one way to keep it simple," Paryss said, still laughing. Steven joined in, amused by his own lack of creativity in naming his beloved pet.

"Yeah, when I found him… or rather- I guess he found me, it seemed to be the only thing he responded to.” Steven said, scratching Lion's head. Paryss almost wanted to join in, his fingers twitching at his side, but kept his distance. Even if Steven assured him that Lion was friendly, he didn’t wan to take the chance of maybe getting on the wrong side of an Apex Predator, even if he was fluffy and pink.

Though, couldn't help but feel a little envious of their bond, but he was also a little intimidated by the idea of being so close to a wild animal. "It's amazing how animals can form such strong connections with humans…"

“Well, he actually belonged to my mom. She was a gem… I’m sure Sadie has told you the logistics.”

Paryss shook his head, gazing at Steven once again with those wide, saucer eyes. Sadie hadn’t really told Paryss too much about Steven’s family aside from Paryss now knowing that Greg and Steven were father and son. 

“Hm, well at least we have something to talk about then.” Steven laughed, and lead Paryss away from Lion. The animal just lounged on the board walk, minding its own business.

They pushed through the doors of the small donut shop. The Big Donut wasn’t very busy and Mr. Dewey was behind the counter, a smile plastered on his face as he watched Steven and Paryss approach the counter.

“Well, well, well, Steven Universe is back in town.” Mr. Dewey cheered. Steven smiled and began a lighthearted conversation with the former Mayor of Beach City. Paryss kept to himself, letting the two catch up, as he looked out the shop window, continuing to observe Lion. He was still stunned that Steven had the ability to control let alone ride a beast like that. It made Steven just that bit more admirable to Paryss.

As Steven and Mr. Dewey talked, Paryss's mind wandered to the possibilities of what else Steven might be capable of. It was clear that there was more to him than met the eye. He couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity and wonder about the world that Steven lived in. His thoughts were drawn back to Beachapalooza when he heard many gems in the crowd referring to Steven as ‘Pink Diamond’. Was that his gem? Was he really some kind of magical diamond human hybrid?

After Steven and Mr. Dewey had a lengthy conversation, Mr. Dewey bagged four sizable donuts of assorted flavors into a paper bag and handed it to Steven who laughed and bided the man farewell. He turned to find Paryss in another dazed state, staring out the window blankly, lost in thought.

Steven placed a gentle hand on his upper arm, breaking Paryss from his trance. Snapping his head in Steven’s direction, he finally realized that Steven was ready to embark from the Big Donut.

“You alright?” he asked as the two of them pushed through the glass doors of the Big Donut. The afternoon sun was turning into an evening sunset. As the summer came to a close, the days became shorter and the nights longer.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just lost in thought.” Paryss excused himself. Steven handed him the bag after retrieving a fluffy, honey coated donut of his own. Paryss plucked a sticky apple fritter from the bag and the two of them began to walk down the board walk, leaving Lion behind. Paryss was almost worried about leaving Steven’s pet alone on the boardwalk, but he then remembered that Lion was, well… a Lion.

Thinking of Lion brought another train of thought back to him, and he turned to look at Steven. Steven as already looking at him. There was a soft, deep expression within his eyes.

“Steven… Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” he asked, taking a bite of his donut. Paryss paused, not sure how to phrase his question without seeming rude or insensitive.

“You said your mom was a gem… What… kind of gem?” he asked cautiously, searching Steven’s face for any semblance that he had spoken out of line. Thankfully, Steven only responded with a smile,

“It’s a little complicated.” He started, before he began explaining a lengthy story. From the moment he began, Paryss was captivated by his tale. They walked, and walked, leaving the boardwalk, their feet falling on loose sand.

Steven spoke of his mother, Pink Diamond, and the other Gems that he had encountered throughout his life. He spoke of their abilities, their culture, and their society. Paryss listened intently, soaking in every word. He had never heard of anything like this before, and it was all so fascinating. There seemed to be a lot of baggage behind his childhood. The way he spoke of his mother with such… distaste. Paryss didn’t blame him… He would be angry too if his mother started an Eon long war, only to lie to everyone and fake her own death, and leave her only son to clean up the mess.

The two of them settled on the beach, making careful not to get sand on their donuts as Paryss enjoyed the story. Paryss couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy for Steven. It must have been incredibly difficult to grow up with all of that burden and responsibility on his shoulders. He wondered how he was able to keep it all together. Steven was withholding bits and pieces of his story, Paryss could tell. However, he never pressed him to elaborate on things he was very cut and dry about.

As they watched the sunset, the warm sun was toasty on their skin as they finished their donuts. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing, and the salty air filled their lungs. It was a moment of serenity that Paryss had never experienced in Beach City before.

“Wow Steven… so you saved the whole universe.” Paryss spoke exasperated, stretching his legs and arms out on the sand, staring up at the sky. He couldn’t believe Steven had been to space. The admiration he felt for Steven was swelling in his chest as he continued to imagine Steven defeating evil gems in space, mixed in with the occasional thought of how Steven was the son of an immensely powerful dictator-like being. The thought intimidated Paryss, but Steven didn’t seem like the kind of person to… abuse his power.

Steven chuckled, lying down next to Paryss and staring up at the stars. "Well, it wasn't just me. I had a lot of help from my friends and family. But yeah, I guess you could say I've seen a lot."

Paryss couldn't help but feel a sense of envy towards Steven's adventurous life. He had spent most of his life in the same small town, with the same routine every day. He longed for something more, something exciting and unpredictable. But he knew he ought to not voice this, as Steven’s adventurous life came with a great price. He could only imagine the long-term issues.

“So, what about you?” Steven broke Paryss’s train of thought once more, “Where are you from?”

Paryss sat up, a little nervous. He wasn’t sure what to say. His life wasn’t as exciting or adventurous as Steven’s had been.

“Oh… boring. I wouldn’t want to put you to sleep with my life story.” He chuckled shyly; his eyes transfixed with the grains of sand between his toes. However, it was obvious that Steven would not take this as a viable answer.

“Oh, come on, tell me. I have other human friends. You won’t bore me, I promise.”

Paryss sighed and looked up at Steven. He was looking at Paryss with such expectancy that he couldn’t say no. It appeared to Paryss that Steven had also mastered the Puppy dog eyes, just as Sadie had. He decided to tell him the truth,

“I grew up in a small town in Jersey. My family was average. My mom wasn’t really in the picture, actually… I grew up with my dad, and I had a normal childhood. I wanted to come to Beach city because I love the ocean…” He finished with a shrug, gazing out across the dark waters. The beach was covered with a blanket of navy blue and purple darkness. The only lights being from the beach house a few yards off, and the moon reflecting off the ocean surface, “I always wanted to live next to the water. Beats living in Jersey.”

Steven watched Paryss as he observed the glistening surface. The moon rays bouncing off the deep blue, casting dreamy highlights and shadows across Paryss’s petite face.

As they sat in silence, Steven couldn't help but feel a sense of calmness and peace wash over him. He had been through so much in his life, facing countless battles and struggles, but in this moment, sitting with Paryss on the beach, everything seemed to just fade away. He felt grateful for this moment of tranquility.

After a few moments, Steven spoke up, attracting Paryss’s attention once again,

"It's funny how we can find peace in the simplest of things. Just sitting here, watching the ocean, it feels like everything else just fades away."

Paryss nodded, leaning back on the heels of his palms.

“To think I was terrified to talk to you… I’m so foolish.”

Steven chuckled, playfully throwing a look at Paryss, shrugging his shoulder slightly.

“Now why would you be scared of lil’ ol’ me?”

“I mean… I messed up Beachapalooza. I froze up and all be-” Paryss stopped himself, clapping his hands over his mouth to prevent any further words escaping him. He knew he shouldn’t continue. It was much too early for Paryss to reveal how he couldn’t stop admiring Steven at Beachapalooza. It would make him sound like a naïve, easy hopeless romantic. Even if that’s what he was, Steven was the last person who needed to know.

“If you don’t say it, you might not get another chaaaance.” Steven teased, unknowingly feeding into Paryss’s anxiety that he might ruin this and Steven would never speak to him again. Because of this, Paryss unclasped his hand from his mouth, and forced out his thoughts, cringing as if he expected to be punished.

“I froze up because I think you’re really cute and I didn’t want you to think I was strange-”

A moment of silence passed before an unfamiliar voice budged in.

“Steven think’s you’re cute as well.”

Paryss jumped at the sound of someone else being present. His face, ears and neck glowing as red as a cherry. He turned in the sand to see one of the three gems from Beachapalooza. The tall, afro haired gem with her stylish sunglasses.

Steven didn’t seem as startled, but he did look slightly annoyed.

“Garnet- really?” he muttered, giving the gem his best ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look.

Garnet didn't seem fazed by Steven's reaction, instead, she simply crossed her arms and gave Paryss a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Paryss. We all think Steven is cute," she said with a chuckle. Steven let out an exasperated sigh and shook his head, but he couldn't hide the slight grin forming on his face. The anxiety within Paryss slowly diminished. Something about Garnet seemed to put his mind and heart at ease. Though he wasn’t sure if she was being cheeky with her remark, or stating the obvious that Steven had a rather adorable demeanor to him. 

“I was wondering if you were coming to dinner, Steven.” She addressed him, her smile remaining. Paryss had a feeling she had been standing around for longer than originally anticipated

“And you should bring your friend.”

“O-Oh… I’m… I don’t want to impose.” Paryss quickly stammered, feeling nervous again. Steven hushed him gently, standing up in the sand, he dusted himself off before outstretching a hand for Paryss.

“Come on, it’ll be fine. You can meet Pearl and Amethyst. It’ll be fun.”

#Steven Universe au #Steven Universe

[thebonez0ne]

Pink Rain Clouds - Sadie ‘Wingman’ Miller

Nestled on the edge of the ocean, where the waves gently lapped against the shore; lied the quaint and peaceful town of Beach City. An idyllic town, with a rosy sunset and white sandy beaches. It was a town where time seemed to stand still, and the worries of the world seemed to melt away with each passing moment. The locals were warm and friendly, always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed it. Beach City was a place where the community was tight-knit, and everyone knew each other's names.

From the outskirts, it looked like just a normal city. But once you took a long walk through the town’s many amenities, you would soon come to learn, this city was everything but normal. Mixed amongst the every day folks who milled about their bidding within Beach City, there were… odd humanoid beings. Gorgeous yet peculiar beings with gems at the center of their being.

This was Paryss’s first encounter with gems. He’d never heard of gems before coming to Beach City. They were fairly kind, aside from that one gem who was always in a bad mood… Jasper was her name?

“Paryss?”

A cheery voice chimed from behind him and Paryss turned to look at the source of the voice. A short, blonde woman with a round, warm face was pulling up a chair in front of a patio table outside Fish-Stew Pizza. She had a cup in her hand, her hair was tied back and she looked wary of the day’s activities.

“Hey Sadie… You look exhausted.”

“Hehe, yeah. I’ve been helping get ready for the party tonight. Beachapalooza.”

“Oh! That sounds fun… What is Beachapalooza?” Paryss asked, taking a seat next to Sadie.

“Beachapalooza is a big beach party that we throw every year to celebrate the end of summer. We have live music, food, games, and lots of fun activities for everyone to enjoy. It's a great way to kick off the season and bring the community together. Are you thinking of going, Paryss?” Sadie seemed excited. Paryss stopped to think, scratching his chin before nodding.

“I’ll probably tag along. Seems like fun.”

“This year will be super special too. An old friend is coming back to Beach City.”

“An old friend?”

“Yeah! But it’s a surprise. I don’t wanna ruin it. Not everyone knows-” Sadie giggled and she sipped on the soda in her cup. Paryss smiled, rolling his eyes and pulled his chair in closer. Paryss didn’t know much about Beach City. Aside from the gems that resided in what the residents called ‘Little Homeworld’; everyone and everything seemed normal.

Paryss was intrigued by the idea of an old friend returning to Beach City, but he didn't want to push for more information. Instead, he decided to ask Sadie about the town itself.

"So, what else is there to do around here besides Beachapalooza?" he asked. Sadie thought for a moment before answering.

"Well, there's a lot to do outdoors. We have some beautiful parks and hiking trails nearby. And of course, there's the beach. But there are also some great restaurants and shops in town. Have you tried any of the local cuisine yet?"

Paryss shook his head, "Not yet. Any recommendations?"

"Oh, definitely. You have to try the fry bits from the Fry Shack. They're my absolute favorite. You can of course get like… regular fries, but the bits are the best.”

Paryss's stomach grumbled at the mention of food, and he thanked Sadie. Soon they went their separate ways, Paryss leaving Sadie to enjoy her soda by herself. Paryss continued down the board walk, watching the sun slowly dip below the horizon. Beachapalooza looked fun. There was a huge stage set up on the beach with rows and rows of chairs. A huge banner with large pink letters against the white backdrop read ‘BEACHAPALOOZA’ with glitter everywhere. From where Paryss stood, he could see Mr. Greg Universe helping a young man named Sour Cream get his music equipment set up. The screeching of microphones and the occasional guitar riff rang across the beach. The sun continued to dip down, the sky blackening over each ticking second.

As the time passed, Paryss sat on the sand, the waves gently lapping at his toes. The air slowly grew colder and there was a smell of barbeque wafting on the breeze. He looked over to see people filling chairs, mingling and grabbing drinks. The stage wasn’t fully set up and Sadie stood in front of a microphone with her partner Shep, doing a mic check.

Paryss watched Sadie and Shep as they tested the sound equipment, their voices echoing through the speakers. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for Sadie, who had worked tirelessly to organize this event. She had always been passionate about music and the arts, and Paryss knew how much this concert meant to her.

As the sun completely disappeared, the stage lights flickered to life, illuminating the sandy beach. The crowd quieted down as Sadie cleared her throat into the microphone, a guitar in her hands.

"Welcome, everyone!" she said, her voice ringing out over the speakers. "Thank you for joining us tonight for this special concert."

The crowd erupted into low applause, and Paryss could feel the excitement building. He stood up, his toes sinking into the sand, taking in the scene as the music began to play. The warm, inviting notes of the guitar mingled with Sadie's voice, filling the beach with a sense of joy and camaraderie.

As the song started to pick up, Paryss shuffled his way through the sand, standing on the edge of the concert grounds. He watched as Sadie and Shep sang their hearts out, each word ringing through the microphone. He felt moved, deep down. Watching the two of them work together in such harmony.

When the first song ended, Paryss made his way through the gaggle of people, avoiding gems and humans alike as he reached the refreshment table. He grabbed a cold drink and a small plate of food, then made his way back to his spot on the sand. As Paryss sat down, he noticed a group of people nearby, all laughing and chatting together. Paryss smiled to himself, happy to see the community coming together in such a positive way.

He took a long sip of his drink and savored the cold, refreshing taste or a cheap orange soda. As he ate his surprisingly tasty hotdog, he listened to the music and watched the people dancing on the beach. He felt grateful to be a part of this moment, surrounded by so many like-minded individuals.

            Out of the corner of Paryss’s eye, he saw a vehicle pulling up along side the board walk.

Paryss glanced over at the vehicle as it pulled up alongside the boardwalk. He couldn't help but notice how worn out and old the silver-grey Dondai looked. It was clear that the car had seen better days, and the high mileage it had accumulated over the years was beginning to show.

Despite its shabby appearance, the car's windows were rolled up tight, muffling the loud sound of the stereo that was blaring from within. Paryss couldn't make out the song that was playing, but he could feel the bass vibrating through sand beneath him.

As the car came to a stop, Paryss found himself curious about who might be behind the wheel. He wondered what kind of person would choose to drive such a beat-up old car, and why they would feel the need to play their music so loud.

            The car jutted to a halt, and the music stopped. Nobody on the beach seemed to notice except Mr. Greg Universe, who stumbled down the stage steps and failed to quickly run across the loose sand. Paryss watched, half a bite of hotdog in his mouth as the door to the Dondai opened and the driver was enveloped in a tight embrace by Mr. Universe.

Soon the entire crowd was turned to watch the Dondai. Even Sadie and Shep had stopped singing to watch the visitor. Paryss felt that he realized what Sadie meant by an old friend returning to Beach city. Whomever this was, everyone knew him.

Out of the crowd ran three gems. A tall gem with large, afro like hair and what Paryss considered to be very stylish Sunglasses. The second was shorter and thinner, her color aesthetic seeming to be pastels. The third was a short, round gem with hair like a wild lion’s mane. The three of them enveloped the driver before Paryss could see who it was.

Standing back up in the sand, Paryss began to walk towards the slowly growing crowd. He made sure to keep his distance, allowing everyone to welcome back the stranger. As the people moved in between, here and there Paryss could hear snippets of conversation.

“Steven’s back-”

“He’s home!”

“Pink diamond has returned!”

Paryss couldn't help but wonder who this Steven or Pink Diamond was and why his return was causing such excitement. He assumed this was a gem. One of the many that Paryss had acquainted himself with in Beach City. The group of beach city residents cheered, as he walked closer to the crowd. The nearer he came; he could see that they were gathered around a young man with curly dark hair who was waving and smiling at everyone. He had a black t-shirt and a pink varsity jacket that looked a size or so too small for him.

            Thankfully, Sadie was amongst the crowd, standing hand in hand with Shep. Paryss approached the two, nudging Sadie in the shoulder and nodded towards the Dondai and its driver.

            “Is that your ‘friend’?” he asked and Sadie smiled and nodded excitedly.

            “Yeah- I’ll introduce you. After all, neither of you have met!” she giggled, grabbing Paryss by his arm and dragging him and Shep through the crowd. The two shot gazes at each other. They both adored Sadie so there were no complaints as they were shoved to the front of the group.

            “Sadie! How are you- long time no see.”

            Paryss found himself bolted to the boardwalk as they broke the front of the crowd. Sadie excitedly rushed towards her friend, giving him a hug, following in suit of everyone else. Shep and the stranger exchanged high fives. Paryss was left standing back.

            “Paryss- Come on, don’t be shy.” Sadie grabbed Paryss’s hand and pulled him forward, where he stood face to face with the driver. Paryss felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety the closer he got to the stranger. He was sure ‘Pink Diamond’ was a gem… Sounded like a gem, not a human. Paryss was so confused.

            “Paryss, this is Steven. Steven, meet Paryss. He moved here like six months ago.” Sadie enthusiastically spoke.

            Steven held out a self-assured hand. Paryss didn’t want to be rude, taking his hand and shaking it. His hands were strong, experienced and calloused. Whatever he’d been doing away from Beach City all this time had taken a toll on him for sure. The strength in his hand almost stirred something inside Paryss. A fluttering in his gut that he quickly suppressed.

            As Paryss withdrew his hand, he noticed that Steven was looking at him expectantly. Paryss realized that he must have zoned out and missed what Steven had said. He mentally cursed himself for being so easily distracted by his… sweet face and soft eyes.

 "I'm sorry, what did you say?" Paryss asked, his face glowing a bright red, hoping that he hadn't missed anything important.

"I said it's nice to finally meet you," Steven repeated with a friendly smile, laughing at Paryss’s absentmindedness. "Sadie has told me a lot about you, and I've been meaning to introduce myself for a while now."

Paryss felt a pang of guilt for not being more sociable. He had always struggled with making friends, especially since he moved to Beach City. Sadie had been one of the few folks that Paryss felt comfortable enough to get to know properly. She’d gone above and beyond trying to help him fit in. Because of his lack of social abilities, he greatly appreciated Steven's efforts to be friendly, and he didn't want to come across as aloof or unfriendly.

When Paryss opened his mouth to reply, his words got caught in his throat; his mouth drier than the desert. What was happening to him? Sadie nudged him in the side gently, giving Paryss a look of sympathetic encouragement.

“I… uhm… I didn’t know. I hope whatever Sadie said, it was good.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He could already feel his social anxiety boiling up inside him, amplified by the incessant butterflies that continued to wander into his chest. The aura Steven emitted was intoxicating. He had a light, positive ambiance that seemed to radiate from him.

Steven chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. It was like a stab of joyfulness that struck Paryss right through the heart. A warm feeling spread throughout his body as Steven continued to speak,

 "Don't worry, Sadie only had good things to say about you. She's been raving about you ever since she met you."

Paryss felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was glad that Sadie had spoken highly of him, and he was grateful to have her as a friend. He turned to her and gave her a grateful smile, silently thanking her for her support.

Paryss did a double take when he noticed the sly look on both Sadie and Shep’s faces. There was a mischievous look in their eyes. Paryss had only now noticed the gap between them. Sadie and Shep had stepped back far enough that it was just Steven and Paryss standing in front of the Dondai.

Just then, a thought came crashing like a meteorite into Paryss’s mind. Sadie was trying to set him up with Steven. His ears burned like a fire and he nervously turned to Steven, avoiding eye contact with the boy as he bid him goodbye.

“I… It was wonderful meeting you Steven… but I should go…”

Paryss felt his heart race with anxiety as he quickly gathered his things and made to leave. He couldn't believe that he had let his guard down and allowed himself to be set up by Sadie. He had been so focused on making friends with Steven, that he hadn't even considered that Sadie’s intentions were a lot more serious. He adored Sadie but he didn’t even know Steven. But that look in her eyes told him exactly what she was planning. Even if it did come from a good place in, he heart-

 "Wait, Paryss, are you okay?" Steven called after him, concern etched on his face. Sadie and Shep’s faces matched Steven’s worry. Paryss threw a pleading glance at Sadie, but it didn’t seem to have the effect he wanted. Instead, she gave him a thumbs up, continuing to encourage him.

 Paryss forced a smile, trying to hide the embarrassment that was flooding his cheeks. He turned on his heels, looking at Steven.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just remembered that I have something I need to do. Thanks for the invite, Sadie, I'll see you around." He addressed his friends before quickly making his escape. With that, Paryss made a hasty exit, leaving Steven and Sadie behind. As he walked out into the cool evening air, Paryss couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions - embarrassment, confusion, and disappointment.

What was he thinking? What was Sadie thinking?

Paryss couldn't help but wonder what Sadie had been thinking when she had introduced him to Steven. Had she been trying to set them up all along? Had she seen something in Steven that Paryss had missed? He couldn't be sure. If he really dug through his memory, he could remember Sadie mentioning a Steven once or twice, but nothing worth remembering.

As Paryss ventured further and further away from the beach, he thought about it more, and realized that Sadie was his friend, and he trusted her. If she had thought that Steven was someone worth getting to know, then maybe he was. And if she had wanted to set them up, then it was probably because she thought they would be a good match.

Oh, shut up… he said to himself, shaking the notion out of his head. Though, he couldn't blame Sadie for his own discomfort. She had done nothing wrong. It was his own fear and anxiety that had caused him to react the way he did. He wasn’t expecting Steven to be so… captivating.

Paryss sighed and rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. He couldn't deny that Steven had a certain charm and charisma that was hard to resist. He was a handsome young man, even if he was a little heavier set. But Paryss knew that he couldn't let his attraction to Steven cloud his judgment. He needed to be careful not to get too caught up in his feelings and make decisions that he might regret later. After all, chances are it was a one-sided experience.

As he walked, Paryss tried to push the thought of Steven out of his mind and focus on the present moment. He took deep breaths and looked around, walking down the silent streets. Everyone was away from home, down by the beach for Beachapalooza. He noticed the way the streetlights cast an orange glow on the pavement, and the way the wind rustled the leaves of the trees. It was relaxing, bringing himself back to the present… He heard the distant sound of music coming from the beach, and the honking of car horns in the distance.

“Paryss?”

Sadie’s voice echoed through the evening and the boy stopped under a street light, breaking his relaxation. Paryss felt a twinge of guilt but didn’t ignore her. He turned to face Sadie, who was alone. She looked worried, clutching something in her hands. Paryss's heart sank as he saw the distress in Sadie's eyes. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even thought about how Sadie must feel. Afterall, Paryss had left so abruptly.

"Hey, Sadie," he said, trying to sound casual. "What's up?"

Sadie hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I... I just wanted to check in on you," she said, her voice soft. She walked closer, her eyes adverted to the ground. God dam Sadie was good at this. Paryss wished he could master the subtle art of looking puppy dog eyes like she could.

"I'm sorry," he said, feeling ashamed, but forced a smile, trying not to dampen the mood further. "I didn't mean to worry you. I'm okay, really."

Sadie obviously didn’t believe this, giving Paryss a ‘really’ look. His smile faced and he sighed heavily, leaning against the lamppost. His eyes fixated on the toes of his shoes. The two of them were quiet, neither wanting to break the silence.

Finally, Sadie spoke up. "Paryss, I know you struggle with social anxiety. And I know that meeting new people can be really hard for you. But… I thought maybe you didn’t have to do it alone…”

 Paryss looked up at Sadie, surprised by her words. He had always felt like his anxiety was something he had to deal with on his own, like it was a burden he didn't want to burden anyone else with.

 "I’m fine. Seriously. It’s not that bad. I just… I got nervous. I don’t really know Steven all that well-”

“But you liked him… right?” Sadie pondered, her tone eluding that she thought Paryss didn’t like Steven. He did like Steven. He was nice… but what if Sadie thought he liked Steven. Paryss lowered his voice, hiding his reddening face behind his hand.

“I mean… yeah he seemed nice enough.” He muttered in embarrassment. Sadie smiled softly, the worry dissipating from her expression. Paryss could see she was containing her giddiness. That fluttering sensation from earlier was slowly but surely spreading. He was allowing Sadie to encourage these foolish thoughts…

“I knew it.” Sadie spat with a smile, her arms crossing. She was still holding something in her hand, but was hiding it, “Nobody can resist the Universe charm.”

Universe?

“Steven and Mr. Greg are related?!” Paryss spluttered randomly, the fact hitting him like a wall of bricks. He’d known Greg since he moved to Beach City. Greg had helped Paryss settle in. Greg introduced Paryss to Sadie, since he was the manager of Sadie and Shep’s band.

“Yeah, Greg is Steven’s dad. You didn’t know that?”

“No… he never mentioned he had a son. Then again, I never asked.” Paryss sighed. Sadie was still smiling, tightening her grip on whatever was in her hand.

“Well, now you know. And since you already know Greg, it should be easy to get to know Steven!” Sadie said, winking at Paryss. He couldn't help but smile back at her. Sadie always knew how to make him feel better. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Maybe Sadie was right. Maybe meeting Steven was a good idea. He figured he’d give it another try… he just wasn’t sure how he could find a time and place to actually… hang out with Steven.

"Hey, do you want to hang out tomorrow? You could… invite Steven. We could have lunch or something-” Paryss suggested, feeling a little more confident.

Sadie's face lit up. "I have an even better idea.”

She finally revealed what she had been hiding in her hand, and Paryss saw that it was a small piece of paper plate that had been torn off. A name and phone number had been scrawled messily in blue pen. His heart flipped several times, not daring to reach for the paper that Sadie was holding out.

“Is… that-?”

“Yeah! I explained to Steven that you’re just shy and he gave me his number to pass onto you!” she shoved the paper plate piece into Paryss’s hands, her face bright with a jubilant grin. Paryss held the number in both hands, staring at the digits, wondering how on earth he would do.

“I can’t… I can’t just call him.” Paryss said, the fluttery feeling inside his chest slowly dissipating. Sadie frowned, looking a little confused by Paryss’s reaction.

 “Why not? It’s just a phone call. You don’t have to do anything crazy, just say hello and see if he’s interested in hanging out.”

Paryss bit his lip, feeling a little apprehensive. His mind milling through every horrible scenario he could imagine. “I don’t know… what if he thinks I’m weird or something?”

Sadie rolled her eyes, patting Paryss on the shoulder, leaning into him with a smile.

“Paryss, he gave me his number to give to you. He obviously wants to talk to you. Just be yourself, and I’m sure everything will be fine.”

Paryss exhaled deeply; his eyes fixed on the numbers. Maybe she was right? After all, his initial interaction with Steven hadn’t gone that bad. Maybe he was just overthinking things. Then again, Paryss couldn’t imagine why Steven would be interested in talking to him.

“So, what if I do? Yanno… call him. What do I do? What do I say?”

Sadie smiled encouragingly, seeing how Paryss was slowly but surely coming around to the idea of calling Steven.

“Just start with a simple hello and ask him how he’s doing. You can also mention that you got his number from me, and that you were wondering if he’d be interested in grabbing lunch or coffee together tomorrow. Keep it casual and light, and see how he responds.”

“But what if he’s busy?! What if I… freeze up like earlier. I made such a fool of myself.” Paryss pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the anxiety creeping back. The scene played back. Steven had been talking to him and he was too dazed to respond, let alone listen.

“He probably think’s I’m some kind of inattentive goof. Getting all starry eyed like that-”

“Trust me, if anyone is an inattentive goof, it’s Steven. I’ve known him since he was little. Don’t get so riled up. He’s chill. I promise.” Sadie interrupted Paryss’s spiral of self-deprecating comments. Paryss looked down at Sadie, trying to find any hint of dishonesty, but found none. He never knew Sadie as someone who would lie to him. He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and screen shotted the piece of paper plate. This made Sadie gasp with elation and her eyes sparkled. Paryss couldn’t help but smile and laugh, handing the number back to her.

“Thanks Sadie… I’ll give him a call. See how it goes.”

Sadie basically squealed with happiness, hugging Paryss around the waist, her grip nearly crushing his ribs.

“I’m so excited for you!” she peeped, letting go. Sadie bounced on her heels. Her mood was intoxicating and Paryss couldn’t help but feel lighter and less nervous.

#steven universe au #steven universe #Sadie Miller

[thebonez0ne]

a redraw for his bday <3

[thebonez0ne]

Silent love (quiet moments):

Reading together. Gently running their fingers through the other’s hair as they read to them in a soft voice. The other one silently listens to them and their heartbeat until they get fully immersed in the story they’re bringing to life.

Cooking together. Backhugging the person that cooks. Smearing flour over each other’s face and making the kitchen a mess. Playing rock, paper and scissors to decide who cleans up. But both end up cleaning together while sharing stories of their relationship.

Walking together. Intertwining fingers, shoulder brushing against each other and shy giddy smiles as they walk. Pulling the one on the road closer so that they don’t get hit. Caressing each other’s thumb and finding comfort amidst the crowd. 

Sleeping together. Hushed breathing and feather-light touched when one wakes before the other. Covering the other’s face with their hand in order to block sunlight. Pulling the other one deeper in their embrace. The asleep one unconsciously rolls over and curls into the other one as if it’s their comfort place.

Watching TV together. Volume turned up just loud enough to be heard for the two. Lights dimmed, wrapped in blankets and aircon switched on. Leaning against each other’s shoulder/ head as they absentmindedly run their fingers over the other one’s arms. Silent giggles and speaking out their observations to the other ones. Staring at each other during an intimate scene. Pillow fights and causing havoc while the now forgotten movies continues to play in the background.

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Oddly obscure Friends-to-Lovers prompts that I'll probably add to.

I'm uh, sorry? Requests are open, and please do not add to this list. I'm sure I have more somewhere in my brain, lol.

WARNINGS: Mention of drowning, mention of death, possible cursing. Alcohol.

SCENARIOS

1) We’re having a movie night, just like we’ve always done. Your thigh is touching mine, and my thoughts won’t stop wandering.

2) We both just got off work, and I’m walking you home just like any other night, you trip on an unfortunate pebble. Just before you hit the ground, I caught you with one arm around your waist.

3) Throughout our childhood, it was always you getting sick, never me. You nearly passed out next to me with fevers higher than imaginable, but I was fine. Now, I’m bedridden and you won’t stop freaking out.

4) This is your favorite song, and apparently there’s an option to sing a duet. Oh… you want me to sing? It’s a love song? We’ll be right next to each other? Oh. Okay. 

5) You’re drunk, bent over a bar with a grin splayed on your lips. You’re clinging to me, and won’t let me fish your keys out of your pocket/bag, guess we’re taking my car.

6) I step outside to find a thank you note for helping you/picking you up/getting groceries for you, stuck to a plate of baked pie/cookies/cake. Oh my god, how can I make you bake more? …Why are your cheeks red? 

7) My roommate/ex/family kicked me out into the rain. I have nobody else to call but you.  

8) Your roommate/ex/family kicked you out, and it’s pouring outside. In my pajamas/loungewear, yet I ran to my car to pick you up. 

9) This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done, I tell you, but I don't have the heart to remove your fingers from my wrist. 

10) You’ve always been a stoic nightmare who never smiles, laughs, or does anything remotely animated. But one night, you actually laughed and I think I felt my heart skip a beat.

11) There’s one bed, and I know we’ve shared beds for years, but your arm is around my hips, my back is against your chest, and your breath keeps brushing my neck.

12) I’m trying to hold you, and I can feel every little thing about you. Why did I agree to sleeping here with you again? 

13) Ohmygod, I know I just said I love you, and I truly did mean it, but then your eyes flicker with something I’ve never seen, and maybe I don’t feel so bad anymore?

14) We’re arguing because of something stupid, and every single time I think it’s finally over, you scream, “But why do you care?!” And I respond with the only thing I can think of, “Because I love you!” @screnwriter lmao. 

15) Saying I love you after I just nearly drowned shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but I can’t seem to stop staring at your lips. Whoops?

16) We’ve been friends since childhood, and I’ve accepted that we’re just not meant to be. I’ve moved on and encouraged you to follow your dreams. I didn’t know that your dream was me. 

17) You and I’ve been friends since we were kids, and suddenly when I’m about to leave for vacation/college/moving, you let out that you can’t let me go without saying I love you.

18) All week, you’ve been on my mind, and I can’t make you go away. Finally, after suffering in silence for so long at the thought of your lips, your laugh, and your smile, I give in and ask you to come to my apartment.

19) What the hell are we doing in this closet? Why did you drag me in here? Why are you so close? Why do I want you to be closer? 

20) “This is bad,” I whisper, with my hands wrapped around your hips, because I know that if you give in, I’m wrapped around your finger. “Maybe,” you whisper, leaning closer, “maybe this is a good kind of bad, hm?” and pull me into a kiss. 

21) You need help tying the back of your dress/fixing your cufflinks, and my fingers keep scraping against your skin. How are you so warm? And how are you acting like I’m not right behind/in front of you? 

22) We’re ice skating, just like we used to when we were kids, but then you slip. I break your fall by offering myself up for tribute, and suddenly, we’re a whole lot closer.

23) You offer to make me tea when I’m sick, and for some reason, I have the urge to kiss you. Deliriously, I ask if I can. We came to an agreement that I can kiss you after I stop sneezing. 

24) I know you love rollercoasters, but I get so sick while riding them, and I’m not sure if I can stomach another one–oh, you’re holding my hand?

25) Every Sunday morning before work/church/school/a hobby, you come in for coffee. We chat a little bit each time, and I feel like we’re some sort of friends now. Today, I finally gained the courage to write my number on your cup. 

26) Family vacations are a whole lot more awkward when you and I can’t stop staring at each other, and you know that they’re going to catch on if we don’t stop, right? But we don’t, and instead, it just gets worse. 

27) You’re in a swimsuit. I don't know what to do but stand here and look awkward, because that’s more skin than I thought I’d ever see on you.

28) We’re roommates, and I walk in on you changing. You yelp. I yelp. I never forget what I saw, I’m sure you never forget what I walked in on. I think it’s time we have a chat about this. 

29) Did you know that if you love someone enough, your heart can palpitate? I didn’t, well, not until you walked into the room.

30) It’s your birthday and everyone forgot. Everyone except me. We sit down at a nearby park/in your apartment/on the roof/in a tree, and I finally give you my present.

31) You just got rejected from a date/prom night, and I promise you, your crush is missing out on you. I don’t know how to convince you other than sit here, hold you, and pretend that I don’t wish you’d see what’s in front of you.

32) I never wanted to ruin what we had, but you’re making it so hard not to utter those three words.  

33) I know you’re angry that I got hurt, but you’re patching up a cut on my face/chest, and you’re really close.

34) I invited you over after a rough night, the stench of cheap beer on both of our breaths. For some reason I can’t get my mind off of the way you laugh, or how you threw everything aside to come comfort me.

35) I’m trying to work up the courage to tell you how I feel, but everyone and everything seems to be against us doing this. Your friends, my friends, a random phone call from a telemarketer that I nearly cussed out. Okay, look, I love you.

36) Work has me exhausted, and I don’t want to think anymore, and I just can’t hold back from mumbling I love you into your hair. Uh, sorry.

37) We always snuggle, and this shouldn’t be any different, but I’m trying not to press my lips to yours because they’re right there and I don’t want to pass up another chance, but you take initiative and do it yourself. Oh. 

38) Your SO doesn’t treat you right, and you know it, and I know it, and everyone else knows it. But I don’t know how to convince you without giving myself away. And of course when I try, it fails. Crap. 

[thebonez0ne]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.

[thebonez0ne]

some dumb thing that was probably already done before, but I just could not stop thinking about it

poor hashirama is still thinking they hate each other 😥

[thebonez0ne]

They’re long time friends but Gaara is an introvert

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This is how that scene went right

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outdoor fun for any season, which is great bc suna only has the one

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single parents

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[thebonez0ne]

weak ass sketch but it’s FINALLY SUMMER YALLLL semester is over and today was like the first day above 15 degrees