MxM soap?
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Thread Topic: MxM soap?
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Muse A has become addicted to prescription painkillers, but is very secretive about their addiction. They refuse to let their friends and family be aware of it, never using in front of them or talking about it, and maintaining a hardened philosophy that if they dont admit it out loud, there is no problem. At first the silence succeeds. The people around Muse A dont suspect anything except the occasional uncharacteristic irritability. As time goes on, Muse As addiction to opiates becomes more and more evident to those who are close to them, especially Muse B (friend, sibling or significant other), who begins to suspect Muse A is using drugs. Although Muse A still attempts to keep their addiction under wraps, the facade begins to falter as they become more and more dependent. Muse B is torn on whether to address their suspicions and confront Muse A, at the risk of having a falling out; however if they stand back idly and dont take action, they risk losing them entirely. In the end Muse B decides to intervene, offering their assistance and support if Muse A will choose to admit they have a substance abuse problem and seek professional help. Muse A admits they have a drug problem, but refuses professional help, instead asking Muse B to help them privately.
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Ideally, I'd be Muse A, and Muse B would be the caring lover, but I'm willing to be Muse B. -
Alright. So, where to start. Characters first, hm? Would you like for me to go first or do you want to?
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I'll make mine.
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Okay.
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"Angel" Alec Pier
21
Angel's always been the good kid, the model child. Straight A's, involved in drama club and the state's musical theatre. He got a ride into college on a partial scholarship for the arts. Everything seemed cheery, until his parents got in the car accident- No, no, they didn't die. But it left them critically injured, and now that they're out of the rough waters, the medical bills started coming in. And Angel, being the loving child that he was, paid for ever single one of them, until all his college savings were gone, and he was stuck working in the campus coffee place trying to make ends meet. That was when the addiction started.
We can start when he starts to show signs of being addicted, or when your character confronts him. -
Ashton "Asher" Ross
20
Ashton was always the type of artistic, quiet type of guy growing up. He has a mature type of vibe to him and always wants the best for others, and has absolutely no tolerance for drama. This was due to bullying growing up because of him being an albino, which gave him a new perspective that everybody deserves to have a chance of being accepted. He also likes to use big words and excelled in Language Arts. But ironically, his other grades were usually C's because he struggled in most other classes, though barely managed to make it out with a diploma.
Despite the lack of color on himself, he loved to get involved with color and has a passion for painting and art. It fascinated him greatly other than Language Arts. Being a part time artist wasn't rolling in enough money for him, so he also works as a librarian.
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I think it'd be easier to start where he confronts Angel. It'd take longer to start where the signs show up and it'd be harder for me to build up from that. -
Alright. Here we go, then..
Angel was finishing the last few minutes of his shift when his phone vibrated. A text, from one of his class mates, no doubt, asking to borrow notes. As he leaned against the counter to check, though, he found that it was from Asher. A small smile lightened his face. Even though work had been rather slow the last couple days, between shifts, classes, and studying. he had only been able to see his boyfriend when they went to bed, too tired to do much more than talk for a few minutes before turning out the lights. The weekend was drawing near, though, and they might even have time to go catch a movie and get dinner. The prospect made his smile grow.
The text was simple, prompt, too the point. Asking him to head to the library when his shift was over. Angel texted back a quick, Okay. :), and set to cleaning up a bit before hanging up his apron and timing out. Before he left, though, he stepped into the bathroom, going into the handicap stall, where he pulled out a bottle of pills from his backpack. Closing his eyes, he popped the lid, swallowing two without any water. They were his mom's, but she hardly noticed them missing among her thousands of prescriptions.
Putting the bottle back up, he splashed his face with water, and left, heading right to the library. -
After clicking 'send' when typing up his message, then getting a reply back, Asher sighed, put down his phone, and then slid it back into his jeans. Checking out the last few peoples' books and sending them off with them, his eyes darted to the clock and a feeling of relief flooded over him at the realization that his shift had just ended. Sitting up from the creaky wheeled chair, Asher stretched, then arching his back and rubbing it tenderly. Almost hissing, he looked at the chair angrily and headed towards once of the tables in the center of the space in front of the desk and in between the four large print bookshelves.
Pulling out a wooden chair, Asher plopped into it, slumping slightly and pulling out his phone again. He didn't get a second reply from Angel, but shrugged it off, convincing himself to assume that he would be fine. Looking down, he fiddled with his thumbs, his hair, and checking his reflection in his phone with boredom. Looking over to one of the bookshelves, Asher stared at it before finally getting up and walking over to it.
Taking his hand and wiping off some of the dust on the painted black wood, he browsed through the sections and picked out a random book that had a nice purple cover with stars at the top, and a nice red font with the title and author at the bottom. Opening to the first page, Asher headed back to the table and sat down, reading the first five paragraphs before becoming uninterested and simply staring at the page, then turning a page every minute or so, pretending to read.
Sucking up the slight drool coming down his lip, Asher slowly felt his eyelids becoming heavy and eventually closed them. Jerking, he woke himself up, then silently panicking when he found a little puddle of drool seeping through the page. Immediately closing it, he rushed back towards the shelf and shoved the book there after half-assing the attempt to find the place where it belonged.
Scratching his head, he hoped that his boss wouldn't find out, and then ran back towards the table and looked around, searching for any people left. Then his head tilted towards the door, where he waited for Angel. -
Angel took the two-minute walk at a brisk pace. He loved the library almost enough to wish he had snagged the job before Asher got it, but, it was better that way. Angel wasn't the kid of person to self books and smile as he scanned things. No, he loved the little conversations with students as he mixed their coffees, laughing about stupid things happening on campus. But, most of all, he loved seeing Asher. And, he made this very clear as he entered the library, clutching the strap of his bag. He would have called for him had there not been that whole silence rule. So, instead, he wondered around until locating him. He looked half asleep, really.
"Aye, Asher?" -
"A-angel." Asher blinked himself awake, sitting up from his slumped position. He sat up straight, trying to look attentive, but he was so tired from working all day. As hard as he tried, he could only make out an exhausted smile and slowly stand up from the chair. Walking over to his boyfriend, Asher wrapped his arms around him and rested his head on Angel's shoulder, taking in the fresh scent of java beans imprinted on his collar. After a moment, his shoulders slumped and his stress melted away at the moment, almost to the point of forgetting what important topic he wanted to address to Angel. He released, then gently pressing his hand against the back of Angel's head and leaning in to kiss his forehead, then putting his hands in his pockets.
"Angel. Hello..." he greeted rather tiredly, then attempting to brush off the awkward 'hello' with a chuckle. Then remembering what he wanted to talk about, his exhausted-slash-relieved face was replaced with a more serious, concerned one. "I...um..." he sighed, looking down and shuffling his feat.
(I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight.) -
*feet
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(Night)
Angel knew he was tired. He normally was, with him getting in after himself, and getting up before, it would be strange if he wasn't. The boy wrapped his arms around his lover's hips, holding him close until he pulled away with a kiss to the forehead. Angel sighed at the lack of contact, and then frowned at the sudden seriousness in Asher's tone. He took a step back, looking his boyfriend up and down. "What's wrong?"
Of course, he had his suspicions. Angel had ben slipping lately. Forgot to transfer his mother's pills to bottles that had his name on them. Found them shifted just slightly in the mirror cabinet. He had hoped it had been his imagination, but what if Asher knew? -
Asher looked up and opened his mouth to speak, but when no words came out, he suddenly closed it. Suddenly scratching the back of his head, his eyes darted to each side and he pursed his lips, then rubbing his temples and dropping his hand back in his pocket. The free hand, however, grabbed Angel's, and the fingers entwined with his. Angel's warm hand soothed him, but he did his best to focus on what he needed to talk about rather than worrying about how incredibly soft his boyfriend's palm was.
"Angel...I..." he mumbled, trying to get his words out. "I...need to talk to you. I mean, you can tell me I'm wrong any time you want to because I really haven't seen you doing anything, but... I just... It's something really important. Sorry for, you know, suddenly acting all serious." Asher sighed once more, pointed to the table where he previously sat, and began walking. -
His worry only grew as Asher looked everywhere but at him. If he knew, what would Angel do? Deny it, most likely. It wasn't something he needed Asher involved in. He listened to the boy's stammering ramble, and nodded, allowing himself to be pulled to the table. He sat in one of the chairs after dropping Asher's hand, waiting for him to sit down.
The addiction hadn't really started as an addiction. He had been taking pills for headaches, which had been, as his doctor claimed, caused by stress. And then he was taking them for his knee, after busting it in a fall while trying to change a light bulb. And then his prescriptions ran out, and the pain kept coming, and he snuck a few of his parents pills. After that, he was taking bottles at a time, taking two pain killers every four to six hours, even when he didn't need them. Because, if he didn't take them, he'd twitch, and sweat, and be unable to sit still until he did. -
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