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Context: Life is pretty good. You own an apple orchard and keep a part-time job in town. The only real problem you have is with a workplace bully that seems to delight in trying to get under your skin. Trying being the key word. He seems to hate that he can't bother you and, now, he's shown up to a party in the orchard.

Setting: An apple orchard

Tags: [M4M][Bully x Listener][Closeted Bully Speaker][Chill Listener][Confession][Consent/Establishing Boundaries][Stargazing][Revelations][Flirting][Coming Out][Reverse Comfort][CW: Internalized Homophobia/Drugs]

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[Scene opens in an apple orchard sitting against the edge of a lake]

[SFX: Gentle acoustic music, party chatter]

[You mosey about your orchard, watching people there for the small concert relax and enjoy themselves. A group of young men is loitering around the food, laughing among themselves. Among them, you spot a familiar face]

“Pfft, what’s up, farm boy? Do you always just walk around shirtless?”

[Pause]

[He flushes and looks away]

“Y-Yeah, well… Even if it IS your orchard, no one wants to see your gross pecs, OK?”

[Pause]

“W-What? Enjoy the party? Man, why are you so chill? Aren’t you worried I’m going to take another swing at you? You barely dodged at work last time, farm boy!”

[You shrug and walk off. His cheeks are almost crimson as he stares after you]

**[Time transitions by an hour or two]**\*

[As you make your way through the campsite, you hear a familiar voice]

“G-Guys…? Guys, hello?! H-Hey!”

[You peer around a few trees and see your bully stumbling around a campfire, kind of wild-eyed and clearly panicking]

“Guys…? I don’t feel… h-help! Help!!!”

[Pause]

[He gasps as you approach him]

“Wh-what? No, s-stay back!”

[???]

“D-Don’t hurt me, OK?! I know I’m shitty to you a-and I know you like those weird horror movies, so you’re out here to knife me, right?! Jason style!”

[Pause]

“H-Huh? W-What… what did I take? N-Nothing. Narc.”

[You roll your eyes and try again]

“... I-I don’t know. Jake just… just handed me a weird, oily tablet and said to take it. The others had taken one and… a-and I didn’t want to chicken out, so I took it, and now my head is swimming and I’m too at peace and SOMETHING has to be fucking wrong because I’m never this relaxed, NO! My heart beats like a hummingbird on SPEED, BABY!”

[Pause]

[SFX: Footsteps approaching, leaves crunching, and the campfire crackling]

“...Wow. The way the fire dances on your skin is like starlight bright enough to kiss the water. The gentle music makes the forest feel whimsical… It was scary, now it feels… no. NO. How much time has passed?! How long have you been here?!”

[Pause]

“...S-Sit with you? OK. Standing is hard…”

[SFX: The Speaker just kind of flopping on his back]

[You sit with him and guide his head to your lap]

[Pause]

“H-Huh? Water? Yeah… t-thanks, my mouth is really parched.”

[He downs the bottle without pausing, kind of letting the last few sips just spill over his lips]

“...Why are you being so cool?”

[Pause]

“....yeah. Being left alone like this… I was so scared… Then I saw you and, despite everything, I felt safer… You’ve always been so nice to me. So chill… I have no idea why the Hell I’m so mean to you.”

[Pause]

“How do I feel…? Safe. And very cozy. Huh? Y-Yeah, I’m listening.”

[Pause]

“Mmhm… Oh? O-OK. So… I can’t consent in this state, so don’t let anyone convince me otherwise. I need to drink water and try not to overeat, even if the food tastes better than anything. I need to stay with you at all times, a-and just try to work through the sensations… Try and make this experience a good one…? How?”

[SFX: The Listener shuffling around their bag]

“Apple…juice…? What? N-No, I don’t know why the apple juice is special. OK…? It’s freshly pressed from your orchard? Try a sip?”

[He looks from you to the bottle in your hand before he shakily takes it and sits up a bit]

“Alright, alright, I’m trying it… Mm. W-Wha…?”

[His eyes widen as he looks at the bottle, shimmering amber in the moonlight]

“This is… the most delicious thing I’ve ever tried… H-How did you do that?”

[Long Pause]

[Recommend the Speaker occasionally acknowledges the Listener]

“Wow… so you just… live out here with your orchard, do your weird little projects and crafts, make fresh apple juice and then look at the stars after taking a bit of the, uh… herb…yourself?”

[You try not to laugh at his use of “herb” and give him a few headpats]

[Pause]

“L-Look, I’ve not got the lingo down just yet, but I will! I’ve got to outcool you, after all. The others would never let me live it down otherwise…”

[Pause]

“...why do I care about people that drugged me and left me here by myself…?”

[The indignation in his eyes dies as he settles back in your lap]

“...I don’t know. They tolerate me… They pretend like they enjoy hanging out with me, and we prank each other, and… and it’s good, you know? Plus they… um. They don’t… Can I tell you something?”

[Pause]

“No, I… I know. It’s just… I… I think I’m… I don’t know! I look at you and see another guy, and my brain doesn’t do what it does with every other guy! Any time you adjust your shirt or… Or flex or…”

[Pause…?]

[At the “word”, your bully breaks down into tears]

“Don’t say gay… I don’t… I’m not, OK?! I like girls! Love ‘em!”

[Pause]

“What the fuck is “bisexual”, you accusing me of wanting to kiss a damned motorcycle or something?”

[Pause]

“Oh. Men… and women. Huh.”

[Pause]

“Am I OK…? I… I dunno.”

[Pause]

“Is that you playing with my hair or is there a giant, hairless spider in my hair doing push-ups?”

[Again, you do your best not to laugh as you play with his hair]

“...So… you don’t care if I’m…a bicycle…?”

[Pause]

“OK… you’re really hot, farm boy.”

[Pause]

“I know, I know, I can’t consent… Can I still just, I dunno… lie in your lap until the universe stops making so much sense?”

[Pause]

“Thanks. You got another bottle of that apple juice?”

[SFX: A bag shuffling and a glass bottle clinking]

[Pause]

“Thanks, farm boy… You better hope you’re still smoking hot by the time I sober up, otherwise I’m throwing you in the lake.”

[You give him more head pats and let him ooh and ahh as the universe starts making sense]

[The End]